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:

DAY ONE: LEAVING HOME
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.

DAY TWO: HEADING TO MONTANA
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.

DAY THREE: CAMPING
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.


DAYS FOUR to SEVEN: OUR CAMPSITE
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.


DAY EIGHT: TOO MUCH HOT
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?

DAY NINE: GOING TO UNCLE GRUFFY’S PLACE
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.

DAY TEN: WE’S HOME!
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.

A warning about the camping story

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Dad finally got the pictures from camping saved to the computer. He is writing the camping story right now. I saw a bit of it and I have to warn my friends it contains perilous exploration, dangerous volcanoes, four letter words and worst of all vishus deer.

I will understand if you do not come back to read the tale.


Intrepid Adventurer and Camping Expert,

Baci

The Camping Adventure

A picture tells a thousand words, so I will let the first 6,000 words come from the furkids themselves.

Baci can't wait for camping to begin

Dolce investigates the new smells

Baci looks out the window at the rain

It's crappy outside, so lets enjoy this sunbeam

Except for the weather, I approve of camping

We are very tired now.

Docle and Baci were very well behaved on our little excursion last weekend. It was a dry run for another trip we are planning later on this summer. Docle was so good on our last camping trip, it was a given that we would be taking her this year. But then Baci came into the picture. Since he and Dolce have bonded so well and the other cats really are not that crazy about the little guy, it seemed natural that we would need to get Baci used to the trailer too.

I think I read it on a blog or someother place about you can tell how well a kitten/cat is adjusting to a place by how fast they adapt/find the litterbox. Using that as a measure of how well Baci took to camping, he loves it. It took him less than ten minutes to find the litterbox. It took over thirty minutes for the stink to dissipate from the air. I guess it is partially my fault; I let the little goofball lick some of the sour cream off my peroghies the night before. Let's just say, he is very lactose-intolerant. The worst part is that is was a little loose and stuck to his fur. So we have a stinky little cat following us around trailing this pungent cloud of poo-stink.

They both played in the trailer with the toys Mom brought with her and looked out every single window in the trailer. Baci got to go for a bit of a walk but he started to try and squirm his way out of his collar. That earned him an immediate timeout in the trailer.

Dolce was pretty much an angel. She sat in my lap during the short drive to the campground. There was some front lap driving on her behalf, but I tend to ignore her since she can't see over the dashboard anyways. Then she was pretty content just look out the windows and sleep in the sunbeam and cuddle with her Dad.

So that was the camping adventure. It was lot more fun than it sounds. By the way, this is also my 200th post. Who would have thought I would have that much to say about my furchildren and our adventures together.

We's Home!

We're Home!

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While Mom was in the Campground Registration office, Baci and I sat with, or more accurately on, Dad in the Rumbly Truck.

We had so much fun in the House-With-Wheels. Dad said that he will post some more picture over the next couple of days. He has to go away for work again. But I made sure I got lots of snuggles and cuddles while we were camping, so I think I will be okay for a couple of days.

Dolce

PS. I think Baci wants to say something...


I gots salmon and steak and a new toy and I got to chase some butterflies and I gots to sleep on the bed and I made a big stinky poop.

Baci

Dolce and Baci's Big Adventure

Dolce: Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!
Baci: Why you dancing around, Dolce?
Dolce: We's going camping!
Baci: What's Camping!
Dolce: You get to go in the Rumbly-Truck and you gets to sleep in the House-That-Has-Wheels.
Baci: That sounds kind of scary.
Dolce: It can be, but I learned last time to ensure safety you have to give Dad instructions on his driving. Like he's going to slow or too fast. Or that you really need to stop at the Garden Centre and check out the catnip plants.
Baci: Is that why Mom put this stupid collar on me? I know its blue to match my eyes, but it binds.
Dolce: You has to wear that if you goes camping. That's what Dad said last year. He said it can keep the bears, coyotes and wolves away. Not to mention the Vishus Deer.
Baci (shudders): Not Vishus Deer!
Dolce: I am not worried.
Baci: Why not?
Dolce: Cause I can run faster than you.
Baci: What does that mean?
Dolce: Ask Dad.

PS. Dad promises to bring back pictures.