On June 4th I left Kentucky driving my RV known as Leggs. The trip is mostly unplanned, it will be interesting to see where I end up. Let's GO!
By: joealaska , 4:33 AM GMT on July 12, 2013
Currently in Blue Springs, Missouri, just east of Kansas City.
One more average day and we will be back in Louisville tomorrow. I am hoping to take part in the final phase of my 40th High School Reunion on Saturday. Louisville Trinity. GO ROCKS.
After a few days on the road, we have gotten into a routine. It has gone pretty smoothly. The big point was after the cats realized the car is a GOOD place, a place they want to be. Not a place they want to flee. Except for the opening day DEBACLE in Ocean Shores, there has not been any attempt to escape.
Fluff is the seasoned traveler. A couple of whimpers on Day #1 and that has been about it for her. I put her in the back seat and she heads to the trunk where I neither see nor hear from her all day. Once, just yesterday, she came out of the hole and got a bit vocal for a couple minutes. Then the inevitable retreat back into the void. GOOD GIRL!
Fluff has never attempted to advance to the front seat. Why bother?
Dutchie started out very vocal, and today was only a bit so. The vocal sessions got fairly intense. At times she sounded to be out of breath, hoarse, or a possible great supporting actress in THE EXORCIST. Eventually she would go to sleep. But I would know when she woke up as the screaming started all over again. One scream lasted three or four seconds.
But even in the worst of the yelling, she would come up and look for some petting. Oh yeah, she remembered me after all. There were many requests. She would make the rounds several times a day. She spent time everywhere, including in the cat carriers. There were hours I had no clue where she was, but it sure was nice and quiet.
But when I stopped driving, AND turned off the car, Dutchie was heading into the hole with Fluff. It was moving time, and they knew it. Dutchie usually came out when I called. If needed, I just popped the trunk. I held it down and looked in the crack to see what the situation is. Usually it was an embarrassed cat cowering and giving up.
Once in the room, there was no more crying.
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