The Bonds of Friendship are Strong!

Callie has become so bonded to me, that when we are separated, she gets very agitated. I in return feel lost without her. Most creatures experience similar emotions as we humans do, and I am convinced of that without a shadow of a doubt. Animals that have to eat other animals may express less empathy as an emotion, but that is only due to the fact that they have to kill in order to eat. If they stopped to comprehend the act of murder they are committing and feel bad about it, they would starve to death. We, humans, have become so distanced from raising our own animals on a farm to butcher in order to eat, that we hardly recognize our packaged meat, chicken and fish as having once upon a time been a living, breathing, sentient being before it is unceremoniously served as a meal.

I am not a vegetarian and this isn’t about preaching the horrors of how cruel many farm animals are raised and the health risks of eating meat. I love to eat fish and chicken, but it does make sense for the overall health of our planet to stop raising cattle, chickens, sheep, and pigs on a massive scale for human consumption. And to get back to Callie, she wouldn’t think twice about killing a lizard, mouse or bird, but boy does she feel separation anxiety when I am not with her. She developed cystitis a month ago when we went skiing up in Big Bear with my sister from anxiety, and it now appears that she is prone to more and more stress-related illnesses as she ages. As a matter of fact, so am I!

Because we adopted Callie as a stray, we don’t really know for sure her exact age, but we do think it is somewhere around 11 years old. And because she is getting older, she is much more dependent on me than ever before to get through her day. I have had to train her to walk on a leash in the desert due to all of the dangers outside, and she does seem to understand that I am her protector when we are staying in this wild and arid place. When we are camped at the beach in the RV and Mobile Home Park, she is allowed to run free, but because cats are so territorial and love nothing more than to get into a catfight, I have watched her being chased back into the RV at a fast run with her neighbor in close pursuit!

The trade-off is that she is much more affectionate and certainly a lot sweeter than she used to be. I would also have to admit that Callie was quite a handful in her youth and has mellowed out a lot as she has grown older. The same might be true of me, at least the becoming more mellow part of it, I am not exactly sure about being sweeter though.

Today, Michael and I have taken the RV into Temecula Valley RV Service and Sales to have it worked on before our next summer travels. We had to travel from the beach to Temecula in separate vehicles, hence the topic of this particular blog post. Callie had hidden in the upper loft when we were ready to pull out because she loves life on the road and didn’t want to leave the RV. I had to abandon her then and follow behind in the car. When she discovered that I wasn’t in the passenger seat when she finally came down once the engine started, Michael told me she was visibly upset that I wasn’t there. She has to park herself on the dash when we hit the road.

Once we got there, I put her in the car with me and I hung out with her while Michael checked the Rv in for service. I can’t express enough the importance of maintaining your vehicle so that when you are out on the road you can have fun instead of experiencing a breakdown. Blowouts and engine failure are the opposite of fun to go through. It is best to be safe than to be sorry. We have learned the hard way. The three of us, Callie, Michael and I have been doing this for 3 years now, and the learning curve is getting easier, and familiarity, of course, makes it less stressful. But still, there is a lot to RVing that can’t be taught. You just have to get out there yourself and experience it firsthand.

I am now waiting in the car while Michael goes over the estimate of repairs that need to be done on the RV. Callie is resting comfortably on the front seat of the car while I write, and now that we have once again been reunited, we can both enjoy this beautiful day in Temecula. All is well and living once again is easy; at least for the moment it is. Who knows what tomorrow will bring.

Nature Photograpy

I have been so busy with my photography, and because the desert is now a paradise destination, I haven’t been on the road with Callie as much. We will be traveling again soon, but in the meantime, the super-bloom has become a reality in Anza- Borrego Desert State Park.

Callie is doing very well and enjoys the sound of frogs croaking at night in the pond with coyotes yipping at sunset and sunrise. There are so many butterflies and birds singing in the day, it is really quite beyond description. The scent of flowers fills the air and hummingbirds flit from flower to flower. The temperature is warming up, but I think we have a ways to go before it becomes too hot to stay.

Travels with Callie will begin again someday soon.

Cystitis in Cats

We took Callie on a 5-day ski trip up to Big Bear Mountain and had the good fortune to stay with my sister, Gayle and her husband, David, and two dogs, Murphy and Mazey. Murphy is a handsome black and white, Collie and Mazey is a crazy, but adorable, Jack Russel. Callie did very well upstairs in a loft bedroom but started to develop cystitis after a couple of days and we needed to take her to the vet when we came back down the mountain.

She was examined at the same veterinary clinic that I first brought her to as a stray 8 years ago and it was determined that she might have a urinary tract infection, bladder stone, or something else. She was so polite at the doctor’s office and sat quietly on my lap for at least 2 hours because we were a walk-in and couldn’t make an appointment. I was very proud of her, to say the least. Not many kitties come into the office on a leash and harness and behave so well.

In order to collect urine, they have to put the cat on their back and take a sample by inserting a needle into the bladder. Fortunately for me, I didn’t watch while they attempted this procedure because the assistant took her from me and went into the back. I was told that she was a very good girl when they returned and handed her back to me smelling of isopropyl alcohol. Callie quickly licked my face when I hugged her and held her tight and she was obviously relieved that it was all over.

Cystitis is common among cats and is similar to having diarrhea in humans. Stress is usually the culprit. The vet sent me home with an antibiotic which she promptly threw up and we decided to wait until the lab results came in before we gave her any more. Fortunately, the diagnosis was inflammation and not a urinary tract infection.

Callie is resting comfortably now at home and back to her old self. Having two dogs bark and stare at her and beg to play, was apparently just a little too much for even her, badd ass catt that she is.

BTW- We all had a fabulous time and because I hadn’t gone skiing in many years, my sister made it fun and exciting in order to not make it stressful!

Life of Callie

Callie is hanging out the window of the RV while a soft morning rain is falling at the beach. We have the RV parked in Encinitas, California now where we use to live and she can once again run free for supervised time outside. She prefers peaking out and spying from the safety of the kitchen table though. There are too many kitties running around outside for her taste. She does not like her own kind. In fact, she can’t stand them. Another fine day in the life of Callie.