Night Owl, Morning Dove, and Crowing Rooster

When 3 adults and one very frisky kitty are co-existing in a 24ft RV, the chances of all 4 of us having the same internal time clock is next to nil. It just so happens that Callie is the first one up in the morning to sound the alarm that she has been polite all night because she is nocturnal. But once the sky is barely light, she has the right to awaken the rest of us lazy-ass, people.

On the trips when it is just Michael and me traveling with her, it is I, Crowing Rooster who will climb out of bed to feed, pet, groom, walk and entertain her for a while before she can retire peacefully for the rest of the day. Michael, or better yet, Night Owl, is left to sleep for a little while longer because he is up very late working on his research paper and takes the job of petting Callie for hours at a time during the late night hours as she rests fitfully by his side, quite seriously. The reason for Callie’s unease is because I am in bed up above her in the loft, and I cannot look down and catch her with Michael; she views this as being unfaithful to me and will jump up immediately and pretend it was just a coincidence that she was on her back with her eyes blissfully closed, getting a tummy rub next to Michael’s thigh.

Lara came to visit on Monday, where the dynamics changed completely because it is important for Callie to test everyone’s limits and find a way to not only sleep in Lara’s bed if she can get away with it but to also get her up first thing in the morning. I can hear Callie purring at dawn because she is right below me on the driver’s seat in her own bed and when the thought crosses her mind that she is going to go visit Lara at the first hint of light, I hear the explosive purr of pleasure and delight as the idea begins to unfold in her mind. I then hear the sound of her paws hitting the ground as she jumps up on Lara’s bed. Callie will meow and tap Lara on the face so that she will wake up with a moan and the ritual of being asked to get up first is passed on to her as I smile to myself high up in the loft.

So we have jokingly given each other each a new nickname- Crowing Rooster for me because I am already a morning person who absolutely loves the dawn. Morning Dove for Lara, as she too is a morning person, but does not want to get up quite as early as Callie would prefer. Morning Dove is actually spelled Mourning Dove due to the sad call that these lovely dove’s make and Lara has to reluctantly be woken up with a moan that is similar to a dove. That is the one drawback to sleeping down below where the kitchen table turns into a bed right across from the sofa because Callie’s bed is below on the driver’s seat. Why climb up to the loft and wake me up when Lara is right there? Michael has been named- Night Owl and it fits his time clock perfectly. He is able to stay up quite late with headphones blasting as he works on his laptop and I can sleep high above him in the loft with one earplug in my ear.

We have all adapted quite well to living in the small confines of this RV and are quite pleased with the lifestyle. It is like pretending to manage a household. The smallness keeps the stress levels down for me because I am somewhat of a neat freak and like my affairs in order. Michael brings a lot of chaos and excitement to my life, so we have reached a happy middle ground with retirement and over 40 years of being together. He has the thrill of travel and seeing new sights, Callie gets an adventure every single day, I have a darling little house on wheels that is easy to maintain, and Lara can come visit and join us on the Travels with Callie tour every once in a while. I can’t ask for anything better to have happened to my family and for that, I am grateful.

Since no one else wanted their photo taken this morning, and I can’t blame them, Callie is the only one that will be represented in my photo blog post of the day. The rest of us look too disheveled and aren’t quite as photogenic!

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