I just got home from a week of driving down the California coast, seeing the sights and relaxing on the beach. It was a very last minute trip – I reserved an RV, secured a spot at what campgrounds I could find, then threw some random supplies in the back and took off.
I also brought my two cats with me.
When I told my friends of this plan, some thought I was crazy. Well, ok, they all thought I was crazy, but some were more optimistic about the idea than others. One in particular (you know who you are) reacted with a dropped jaw and a blunt “that’s a horrible idea.”
Well, for the first day I thought she might have been right.
As soon as the RV started moving, Molly crawled under the driver’s seat and started crying pitifully. Sara was also screaming, but she didn’t stay put – she was climbing around the cab, and I had to continuously shove her away from my lap and the controls while also remembering how fucking awkward it is to drive a giant box down a crowded highway.
There was also one moment of sheer panic when she stepped on the passengers side window control, and it was almost all the way down with her peering out before I realized and could roll it back up. Eventually she joined Molly under the seat.
My first campground was only 2 hours away, and thankfully after a couple hours of staying parked and settling in they came out and started to explore. Very, very cautiously.
The next morning I had breakfast with Molly chewing on my toes, just like at home. It restored a lot of my confidence.
From then on, they got more comfortable with every day of driving. Molly kept her spot under the drivers seat, but she didn’t cry any more. Sara gravitated to the sleeping loft, huddling up under the blankets, which is where she sleeps a lot at home. She seemed fairly content there.
At night they both slept up there with me so I got to wake up to cat butt in my face, just like home. Honestly, that alone made the whole ordeal worth it. :)
You might have noticed they’re both wearing collars – I put them on a week before we were scheduled to head out, and the condition of their coming along was that they not try to wrangle their way out of them (all my cats when I was growing up were experts at getting out of their collars). Amazingly, they both did a bang up job although Molly was very fond of chewing on her tag. (I probably should have expected that) They’re both micro-chipped, but I wanted a more immediate way for someone to know they’re mine in case they escaped.
Both collars are leopard print – Sara’s is purple, Molly’s the standard beige – which I continue to find hilarious.
I didn’t try to get clever with any of their cat equipment, I just brought all their stuff from home – their normal scratching post, food bowls, nap bed, and litter box. Honestly the litter issue was what I was second-most worried about (other than them getting away) but because it was the same one they’re used to they had no issues with it.
I could provide more commentary, but all you really want is more cute cat pictures, isn’t it? Yeah, that’s what I thought. :)
That’s all, folks. :)