Monday, August 22, 2016

Cat Enthusiasts


We made it a few miles north of Florence, Oregon before giving up. Traffic on 101 was bumper-to-bumper and it was getting hard to find a place to camp. The trees were closing in and we hadn't seen sunshine in at least 12 hours. We made a U-turn and immediately felt better. 

We stopped at Saunders Lake County Park for a stroll where Mike & Bridget, cat enthusiasts nonpareil, gave the schmoozwad a thorough working over. 







She's scheduled for surgery (spaying) next Monday at S/Nipped, a low-cost clinic in Coos Bay. In the meantime, we're having a roof-rack installed to handle the additional luggage. As you're undoubtedly aware, cats think traveling lite means only one set of silver and linens and having to make do without a fax or copier. 



Sticking her tongue out at the photographer.












This seat's taken.




13 comments:

  1. Glad she's back & making you company, HOW WONDERFUL !!
    Now you have yourself a traveling companion, life is good isn't it ?

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    1. Day before yesterday I would have given a resounding YES!! But unbeknownst to us, two highway flagmen were using the remote boat launch area we were camped in as their campsite too. She didn't like having neighbors and disappeared at 9:00 a.m. She came back -- 8 hours later -- ten minutes after they left for work. My hands were wrung to the bone. Love is hell!

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  2. She is going to make an awesome bestie.

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    1. And a great chick magnet...

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    2. I've been surprised at how differently people respond. Before I was just another homeless living in his car. Overnight I've been transformed into someone capable of obsequiously bowing low and asking "How high?" when told to jump. I surmise their responses are grounded in sympathy.

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  3. That's how we ended up with two kittens in an RV. Hope your story has a happier ending.
    By the way, leash training a cat takes time and patience. Good luck.

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    1. Sorry to read things didn't work out. Michelle has a client who had the same thing happen. Their house is big enough the cats now have their own rooms, but when they escape, as they sometimes do, it's high drama until they're again separated. I don't know what I'd do if another wants to sign on. As it is I'm looking around for a roof rack for all the additional stuff.

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  4. Starting your Steinbeck phase now?

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    1. Yeah, I've been informed she'll be specializing in Mergers & Acquisitions and will need sufficient bandwidth, 24/7 uplink capability and several hotlines to brokers including Singapore and Buenos Aires. CATS!

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  5. Are you calling her Smith? Or Schmidt?

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    1. Smith. I was camped at the end of a 4WD road on the Smith River in the Jedediah Redwoods when she began vetting me.

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    1. You know, of the 30 or so women I've known (but who's counting?) there was probably only one that *might* qualify as a chick. All were independent, self-motivated and each one taught me something new about love-making.

      My latest heros are Christine & Gunther Holtorf

      http://www.bbc.com/news/special/2014/newsspec_8703/index.html

      Christine was 20 years younger than Gunther and judging from their photos I doubt anyone would've called her a chick. I wouldn't turn my nose up at a 43-year-old (at least not on principle), but the accordionist frameshop owner who caught my eye in Port Orford the other day was 72.

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