Monday, July 30, 2007

The Great Montana Camping Adventure

Dolce: Our camping trip was great, I got to …

Baci: No, I gets to tell the camping story. First, Mom and Dad loaded us into our new carrier. It was blue to match my …

Dolce: I gets to tell the story. I am the oldest, therefore I will be the one to tell the story.

Baci: But I’m the cutest. You even think I’m incorrigible.

Dolce: Baci. That doesn’t mean cute. I lied.

Baci: Oooh! You’re going to get it when Dad finds out.

Since both Dolce and Baci came with us, it wouldn’t be fair to let only Dolce or only Baci tell the story of the Great Montana Camping Trip. I will only set out the itinerary for the trip and then I will let BOTH Dolce and Baci tell you what they did that day. Given that they are both excitable cats, still more kitten than cat, the story might get a little bit long. So here goes the story of the Great Montana Camping Adventure:

Dolce: Once Dad got the Rumbly Truck attached to the House-On-Wheels, Mom said good-bye to Magoo and Bella and carried us out to the Rumbly Truck.
Baci: We got put into a new carrier that Dad had attched to the back seat. He said it was for safety reasons.
Dolce: Baci let me finish my part first.
Baci: Fine.
Dolce: Once we got into the Rumbly Truck, I told Dad that I needed to help with the navigation. Actually I told him that a lot, and quite loudly too. He said that I couldn’t help with navigation until we got out of the city. He said it wasn’t safe with so many Jaskasses on the road.
Baci: What’s a jackass?
Dolce: Kinda like a vishus deer but they are way stoopider. At least vishus deer don’t pretend to know how to drive.
Baci: Oh yeah. Those jackasses were scarey.
Dolce: Dad finally let us out of the carrier and we drove to Uncle Gruffy McGruffypants’ house. He likes me lots. While Mom and Dad and Aunty and Uncle were talking, I curled up on the couch and slept while Uncle kept playing with my dainty little paws.
Baci: I tolded Aunty McGruffypants how happy I was to meet her. I told her that lots as I followed her around the kitchen. I asked if she had any chick-hen. Dad told me not to beg, but did say that I could have some of the chick-hen that Uncle McGruffypants had made. It was so delicious.

Dolce: I forgot to mention that we met my cousin Odie-cat. She didn’t like us very much, but then she is very old, almost 17 years.
Baci: Yeah, she hisses very loudly. I pooped in her litterbox.
Dolce: Mom and Dad put us into the Rumbly Truck and we headed south towards America. We got to roam around the truck, but we had to stay away from Dad’s feets and the pedalls.
Baci: Cats can get squished by the pedalls.
Dolce: So we had to talk to a Border Guard. She said that she needed to see our papers.
Baci: I asked if she wanted the ones I peed on or the pooped on ones.
Dolce: She didn’t think that was very funny. I told her to arrest my brofur for being stoopid.
Baci: If stoopid is a crime, you should get a life sentence. Oops, I think you are violating your parole by being stoopid right now.
Dolce: I’m going to tell Dad. Maybe he let me finish the story by myself.

Baci: No, I gets to help.
Dolce: So we drove to the campground in Kalispell, Montana. It was furry nice. Mom and Dad turned on the AC in the House-on-Wheels and gave us our holiday toys.
Baci: Then I had a really bad poop.

Dolce: Baci had some very sticky poops. Mom and Dad were worried that the food wasn’t good anymore. But I didn’t get any poops just Baci.

Dolce: WE finally got to check out the campsite. It wasn’t huge but it wasn’t too bad. The people around us were pretty nice, even though they seem to like Baci better.

Baci: Good taste. They all just had good taste.
Dolce: I don’t think so. If they knew how much you pooted and how stinky your butt was last night, they would not think you were very cute at all.
Baci: I was having some problems. I think it was because I don’t get enough chick-hen.
Dolce: Mom and Dad put our new carrier outside so that we could get used to the new place.

Baci: It didn’t take long. I wanted to go exploring right away.

Dolce: Mom and Dad went out for some people fun. Mom calls it golf, Dad calls it something else. Especially when he is having a bad game.
Baci: Dolce! You said a four letter word.
Dolce: What four letter word?
Baci: Golf!

Dolce: Mom and Dad came home and let us outside to explore the campsite some more.
Baci: Lots of people came by and freaked out when they saw us on our leashes.
Dolce: Some very nice people came by and said hello to us. One or two mentioned how cute Baci was. I sure hope the rest of the country isn’t as delusional as these people.
Baci: You are just jealous because I’m more incorrigible than you.
Dolce: I told you Baci, that that doesn’t mean cute.
Baci:Yup. More jealousy!

Dolce: Our Dad saw some ominous clouds billowing over the mountains. He tried to scare Mom and us that it was a volcano exploding. Mom believed him but I didn’t. It was just a forest fire that sprang up.

Baci: I didn’t believe him either.
Dolce: Yes you did. You pooped when you heard him say volcano.
Baci: I might have pooped but it was not because Dad said volcano. I was still having some tummy problems.

Dolce: Dad showed me his pictures and I nearly pooped like Baci. There was a picture of a vishus deer on one of the golf courses. It was laying in wait for a nice tender joosy cat to wander by.
Baci: I saw it and I did poop.

Dolce: It was very hot. Almost twice as hot as it is at home. Thankfully we were inside with the AC. Mom made Dad take her to Missoula so that she could go shopping in some of the bigger stores.
Baci: I think she bought half the state back with her.
Dolce: It’s a girl thing. You would’t understand.
Baci: Nope. A couple furry mice, some catnip and a comfy place to sleep is all I need.
Dolce: Boys!
Baci: Did you say something?

Dolce: We had to stay inside the trailer while Dad was packing up outside.
Baci: Once he was done, I got to go outside. I pooped in the firepit.

Dolce: Once we got back to Canada,we got to see Aunty and Uncle again. I was very tired from our vaction so I hid downstairs where it was cool.
Baci: I followed Aunty around. She saved me some chick-hen so I was very happy. She keeps calling me Bocce-ball. I tried to tell her that’s not how I spell my name, but she doesn’t speak cat very well. I think it’s because of Odie-cat’s accent.

Dolce: I talked to Dad almost the entire way home. He says he was getting a headache. If he would just drive the way I wanted, I wouldn’t have to talk so much.
Baci: I slept on top of my carrier. I was very, very cute. That’s what Dad said to Mom.


  1. Oh my! you two were furry furry brave to go camping!

    How are Magoo and Bella?

  2. Whoa - what a cool trip! Except for lotsa stinky poop and Vishus Deer running wild all over the place, it sounds like a great time. I'm the only one of the three of us that would be brave enough to go camping though. What exciting stuff you guys do!

  3. it sounds like an exhausting trip. i prefer to stay home, you two are very brave

  4. wow, that sounds like a great camping trip! I wonder why I never see stuff like that when I go camping.............


  5. That's sounds like you all had quite the adventure! We don't get to go any where. I'm OK with that, but I really think Maggie would love to go on an adventure.

    Glad you all had a great time...besides all the pooping!

    -Jasper McKitten-Cat

  6. We think you are incorrigible too, Baci. We are hoping you got over your tummy aches and your poops got better quickly.
    Why would people freak out seeing cats at a camping place?! That's just totally weird. Must be a Montana thing.
    We are glad you didn't go with dad to that four letter word place. The deer would have tried to get you for sure.
    We think you had a terrific adventure. Only Scout would like to do that. Maybe you can take him sometime. He says he wants to poop in a firepit.

  7. You had a great camping trip, Dolce and Baci. I'm sorry about Baci's tummy problems. At least he got to poop in some interesting places. I'm glad you stayed at the camping place and didn't get anywhere near the vishus deer.

  8. Oh goodness, what a great adventure you two got to experience with your mom and dad. I nearly had a heart attack when I saw the picture of the vishus deer but then you two are telling the story so I quickly recovered knowing that nothing bad happened :::whew:::
    We are so happy that you are back home sweet home

    Dolce, you are very very beautiful.
    Baci, I like pooping everywhere too. It is good. I know everyone likes that. Us guys, we are just naturally good looking mancats.

    headbutts, Caesar

  9. Awww...that's a wonderful camping trip and a great story! I like Montana, wish I can visit one day.

    I love what you said about if being stoopid is a crime and the parole part...haha! That was funny. :)

  10. Sumhow, I mist this win yoo ferst posted it.... WOW I wish I cood go camping. The FL is werking on Mr Tasty Face to git him to take us all on a trip in a Winnybaygo, cuz they have trubbul going away on vaykayshuns now becuz win they arnt home at nite my big bruther Mao gits deeprest and reefyoozes to eet or drink and Rocky needs pills for his thigh roids twice a day and can't go to a kennell cuz he gits so strest he gits yoorinery blokijes and pees blud. Gross. But Mr TF duzn't wunt to be lokt up in an R Vee with a lowd kranky Simeeze and a whiney geezer.

    So long storey short, I'm vary jellus and wish I cood go camping, too!

  11. My goodness this is great! And it's the topic I just set for my students! I have put a link in my blog for them to all see your great post.

  12. wow what a great story! You are so brave!! I wish i could go camping. Actually, i don't, I might get my delicate paws dirty. Maybe I should stay in a hotel? x