cat goes camping!

Hello blog readers? Rescue me! I'm in prison! Is this some sort of G8 holding cell?
It is true that I'm an anarchist.
But I'm a cat! I can't help it.
Let me out!

Ha. Rachel LOVED camping & she was actually rarely imprisoned. Mostly she had a long line attached to her harness, and she took herself for little walks.


I was gazing at the lake. I could go fishing. If I wanted to. Yawn. But it's time for my nap.

This was one of her favourite napping places - inside the tent, midday. It's about 35C outside and inside the tent, oh, about 1000 degrees, and if you ever actually had to go in there, you told people so that they could start a countdown & send a rescue party if you didn't reappear in sixty seconds. This photo is not so great because the lens is sweating, that's how hot it was inside.


Finally someone turned the thermostat to the right setting! I'll just lie down on this nice warm fleece blanky!  

She was so nice and warm and relaxed that she did these amazing cat stretches with Amelia.



Look! I'm a young and nimble cat!

Rachel had a wonderful camping trip & she was a good trooper on the drive as well. On the drive up, the only problem was that she forgot to use her potty before leaving home (though I TOLD her to) and so she fussed around on Amelias lap & finally retreated into her carrier & aromatherapied the car. Quick clean up at the first rest stop (Hope slide viewing area) and we were fine for the rest of the trip.

On the return trip, she decided to barf on Amelia's lap. Why? Nobody knows. There was nothing wrong with the cat, she was not ill and she's never been car sick before. Maybe she was just indicating her displeasure at leaving the campground. Anyway, Amelia's lap got the brunt of it & after a clean up at the first rest stop back (Keremeos fruit stands), we had an uneventful drive back.