(Sunny continues his travel story)
We (the four legged travelers) soon learned that when Tumbleweed started putting everything away, checking all the cupboards to see that they were tight and/or locked, we had to watch out. The motorhome soon became smaller. We had a slider which moved the wall out three feet when we were parked for a few days. She told us to get our toys out of the way and move to the back of the RV. Truffles was the first one who found the gap between the ceiling and the top of the slider. She was pulled out before she got too far. She could be crushed when the slider moved back out. Tumbleweed started stuffing old blankets in the opening to keep cats out. What a spoil sport!
After pulling in all of our hook-ups, we headed West to Indiana. Tumbleweed wanted to see the area where the Limberlost had been. Her favorite author, Gene Stratton-Porter had lived there and written about it in many of her stories. The forest, the swamp and the oil from under the area were all gone. However, there was an effort in place to recover the wetlands. There was a museum dedicated to the history of The Limberlost and to Gene Stratton-Porter.
While Tumbleweed wandered through the museum and grounds, we were being experimented with. Our “bus” was in the parking lot and not plugged in. It was hot and muggy so Tumbleweed turned the generator on to run the air-conditioner. It was temperamental (or she just didn’t know what she was doing). Sometimes it worked and sometimes it didn.t
We soon moved on to an Amish Farm that had been converted into an RV Park. We were lucky to get a site that had all of the hook-ups (electric, water and sewer) Now the air-conditioner was working well and we could cool down and rest.
The park had a nice little pond with a walking trail around it. There were also lots of Canadian Geese that liked the pond. We cats had promised a long time ago that for a home we would be inside cats (forever). The dogs did not have to make that promise. They got to walk around the pond with Tumbleweed a couple times each day. Both Peanut and Jelly liked the morning walks the best.
This was Jelly’s first encounter with geese. I think he liked them because he laid down and rolled in their poop. What a mess! Tumbleweed made him stay outside in a pen until she could get warm water and soap to bathe him. It helped him look better AND smell better.
WHAT A STUPID DOG! Why do cats have to put up with dogs?
Sunny wishes you a Merry Christmas. He is on a Christmas Holiday but he will continue his story next year. He will be back on January 1, 2017.
HAVE A GREAT HOLIDAY……………….AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR!
(Sunny continues his travel stories)
One morning Tumbleweed decided to have toast. Apparently the smoke alarm didn’t like toast so it began a high-pitched shrill sound. It hurt my ears and I suggested to Tumbleweed to turn on the fantastic fan to get rid of the smoke and clear the air.
However, Jelly reacted the way he always did when he heard a siren. He sat up in “wolf mode” and began to howl. Since he was musically inclined, he matched the pitch of the smoke alarm. Tumbleweed finally got the alarm to stop. Only then did Jelly quit howling and settled down. The alarm got exercised because Tumbleweed was always burning something when she cooked. It would then sound like Jelly was howling for his dinner, too. After enough incidents, Tumbleweed found all the means of clearing the smoke: open the windows, turn on the fantastic fan in the kitchen ceiling, or the exhaust fan over the stove.
We soon moved our motor home to the other side of Ohio near Dayton so Tumbleweed could visit with the rest of her family. This park was called Enon Beach and was not as nicely clipped as Sun Valley. There was a railroad track near the park on an overhead pass. The train crackled across the tracks in the middle of the night and the engineer would blow the whistle as he neared the park. Of course, Jelly would go into wolf mode and howl in pitch with the train whistle.
No matter how often he was told that there is a rule in all RV parks requiring quiet from about 10 PM until 9 AM, Jelly never got it. He would just say: “It’s not my fault. I didn’t start the noise!”
What else can you expect from a dog?
Our test drive in the summer of 2005 was a trip to Ohio where Tumbleweed’s family grew up. Sun Valley Camp Ground was about 3 miles from her sister’s home.The park was combined with a mobile home park and surrounded by farmland.
The cats in the back room were making a big fuss. Tumbleweed sent me back there to straighten things out. Well, the problem was that a large yellow cat had decided that things looked better where we were than on his farm. He was trying to climb aboard. I first settled down the cats inside who were arguing the issue. Then I hissed at the cat outside and suggested nicely that he should go home.
Tumbleweed had continued working on her computer which was set up on the dash of the RV. Butter and Bandit started fussing behind the curtain that was closed over the front window whenever we were parked. They kept pushing against the computer as they tussled behind the curtain.. When she finally stopped typing and pulled back the curtain, there was that big yellow cat sitting on the outside mirror and looking right in at her.
She told him, “We are all filled up! We don’t have any more room. You better go on home.” I think she figured that seven cats and two dogs were a full bus load! I felt sorry for the poor guy as he walked away toward the nearest farm. We didn’t see him again.
(Sunny continues his story)
When we were traveling on the road in the beginning, Tumbleweed told all of us cats to get in the bedroom and she would close the door to try to make us safe. The two dogs stayed up front and usually traveled in the carrier. Jelly felt safe there and Peanut would push in to be with him. When we stopped at the road-side rest stops, she took the dogs outside to potty. After they came back inside she would open our door so we could move about and see the landscape where we were. This worked well for a while until we convinced her that she could trust us and she began to leave the door open so we could pick our own riding places.
(they look innocent sleeping near each other here) When Paco and Butter had a ‘tiff’ on the dash while she was driving through a construction area, she laid down the law: “NO CATS on the dash while I’m driving.” Then she said, “SUNNY, you sit up here next to me and keep the others off the dash.” That’s how I became the co-pilot of this fantastic tour bus for cats and dogs.
When we started out on the road in our new Motor Home, we were 10 : seven cats, two dogs and one human.
In the circles below starting at the top row are Termite, that’s me on the driver’s seat; Second row are Peanut, Paco and Jelly; Third Row are Iggy and Truffles showing off the cat playground in the back room, Butter and Bandit.
The back room of our house on wheels became the cats’ room. It came set up as a human’s bedroom. But this woman, let’s call her Tumbleweed, cut holes in the box under the bed to give us hiding places. This was especially important for Termite who was shy and always needed a place to hide. She filled the empty spaces with things for us to climb up on. She placed our food dishes on the bed so the dogs couldn’t get into it. Of course we had two litter boxes since there were 7 of us and we had to share. She eventually pulled out the little TV which freed up a high nook for Iggy, who was the high jumper and loved to hang out like a bird in a high nest.
In case you are curious, since we had the bedroom, the human slept on the couch.
The picture with the snow shows how things looked when I arrived at this house.We had a good life for a few more years in this house that was a haven for cats and a couple of dogs. I took my job seriously, greeting anyone who came into our home and watching out for all of the 4-leggeds.
Then, one day, the human came into the house all excited and said to us, “We’re going on a long trip together. We will be moving into a house on wheels. Sunny, I need you to make sure that all are safe.”
If I thought those days when I wandered on foot was being “on the road”, I soon found out that it was child’s play compared to traveling in your own home. We became like TURTLE, carrying our home with us. Only this was faster!