Time to Head North

Sunny, the Elder Cat, Continues his travel story:

It was time for us to head north. Jo was getting anxious to get on with her new life at the senior residence. Tumbleweed was still concerned about the back wall. She had nightmares dreaming about we cats slipping out the back as she drove down the road leaving us scattered along I-95.

Since we spent most of our Florida time near the Gulf of Mexico…and a little too close to alligators for my comfort…we stopped for a couple of nights at a park on an outer bank of Florida where we were surrounded by the Atlantic Ocean except where the causeway reached out from the mainland.Jo Ocean

Jo went out with her big shady hat to sit on the beach and enjoy watching the waves. However, it turned out to be windy and she soon wanted to come back to the RV where she didn’t have to hold on to her hat to keep it from blowing.

Soon we were on the road backtracking on the roads that we used coming south. When we got to Oswego, NY we were really ready to sit still and be able to sleep on the dash which we couldn’t do while driving. (Remember: No cats allowed on the dash while the RV is in motion.)

We delivered Jo to her new residence. She had just moved in after selling the farm when she decided to go to Florida with us. Now she needed time to get used to her place and all the new people that she would be living with.

We were enjoying Lake Ontario and our site at Sunset RV Park. But Tumbleweed wanted to get the back wall repaired so she soon moved all of us cats to Paws and Effect to board there while the RV was being repaired. Peanut and Jelly were going with Tumbleweed and staying in a motel near the Camping World where the repairs were to be done. Lucky dogs!!

We had a good time in our temporary quarters where someone fed us, changed our litter pans and let us out to play in a large room for a while each day. More space than we had in the RV. Termite was the only one who didn’t enjoy this foray.TermiteHe was so shy and all he wanted to do was hide. But this was like being in a fish bowl and sometimes the “keepers” forgot to give him his blanket to hide under. They got him mixed up with Butter who never wanted to hide. He was just a big show-off.

Though we were well treated and well taken care of, we all were glad to get into our crates to be carried back to the RV. No matter how good things are, there is no place like home. Most of us really appreciated that sound: HOME. We had been wanderers or shifted from home to shelter etc. so we really had good feelings of coming home….even if our home was on wheels.

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Recall = Repair = Waiting

(Sunny continues his travel stories)

While still in Punta Gorda, we had our first Christmas in our home on wheels. What seems strange is the lack of snow and cold weather. Can this really be Christmas in December? xmas-ga-3…..or do you think it’s July?

Tumbleweed received mail that was not a Christmas greeting. It let us know that there was a recall on our brakes!! We were able to get another month in Punta Gorda waiting for our appointment for the brake work.
When we finally got to the RV shop we found out that the new brakes were on back order. It would be another month. So we drove carefully to the Everglades. I did not like alligator alley. Not only were there alligators near the road but a high fence was in place to keep the panthers away from the road.

We stayed in a nice park but some spots were still being cleaned up from the last hurricane. Once we got settled in our spot, I warned Butter not to try his trick of jumping out the opening in the screen for the handle. It just might be his last jump.

Late one night Truffles and Iggy were in the hallway in hunter mode in front of a lower drawer near the floor. Tumbleweed opened the drawer very carefully thinking that there might be a mouse. However, they found Paco. When Josephine put her shoes in and took out her slippers, he must have climbed in and she closed the drawer. He went from one drawer to another and rearranged everything. PACO

Look at the size of this little Maine-coon mix! I don’t know how he fit!

We were finally able to return up to Ft. Meyers where the RV shop now had the brakes to replace ours.  Now we can head to the east side of Florida and take a look at the Atlantic Ocean.