Visitors Not Welcome

Callie is about as antisocial as they come when other cats are involved. When we are staying in the RV at the beach, there are many neighborhood felines that wish to visit and make themselves available to her. She will have nothing to do with them though, and if they do come around, Callie hangs out the Do Not Disturb sign. In the safety of the RV, and leaning out the kitchen table window, she will also send a shout out that visitors are not welcome just for good measure! Bodie, the handsome ginger tabby that lives down the street, took a while before he got the hint. He just couldn’t quite believe that a cute thing like her, would not find it in her heart to fall in love with a good looking boy, like him!

A Purrito Burrito Baby

All cats search out a warm place in which to rest if the opportunity arises and Callie is no different than most cats. This morning when we woke up to a cold, dank, marine layer slowly rolling onto shore, I found her curled up in a compact little ball right next to our dinette set. She looked absolutely miserable but was determined to ignore the discomfort just as long as she could be close to us. When I saw how cold she was, I rolled her up into a tight burrito by wrapping her snug and cozy in a blanket with just her head sticking out. It did the trick for a little while; that is until she noticed that Michael was napping on the couch directly in front of her. With cat-like ease and with zero concern whatsoever of being rejected, she quickly sprung into action and jumped down without further ado, or an open invitation for that matter, and made a beeline for his inert body. After circling several times directly on his chest to find just the right spot, Callie plonked herself down with a grateful sigh, and with her bottom and tail twitching spasmodically, she cuddled herself up directly under his nose. He hardly noticed her though and opened his eyes up only briefly before falling right back to sleep again. A warm chest to rest on is far better than being a roasty, toasty, purrito, burrito, baby. Score one for Callie, she sure knows how to get her way.

It’s a Cat’s Life

If you had asked me when I first adopted Callie as a stray that we would be traveling in an RV together and that she would absolutely love it, I would not have believed you. But she took to traveling like a duck to water and we haven’t looked back since. She quickly demanded her rightful place on the dash of the RV while we are out on the road, and her favorite perch after that is the sofa with a big window to look out of. There are many areas that suit her including the dinette bench but she also loves the loft where we sleep above the cab. For some reason, I naively assumed that Callie would be unable to climb up there while we were sleeping, but it didn’t take long for her to figure out how to scramble up the side and quite proudly show off by walking on top of us with a cheery “I am here!” There are so many little nooks and crannies for her to chill out in with view windows to boot, that this is probably her favorite thing to do. It’s a cat’s life for sure!

The Circle of Life

Life in the desert is paradise right now. The temperature has stayed below 100 degrees and even though most of the wildflowers have dried up and blown away, there is still ample ocotillo, agave, acacia, beavertail cactus, and so much more in bloom. The Anna’s Hummingbird, Orioles, Costa’s Hummingbird, Verdin, Red-winged blackbird, Killdeer, Says Phoebe, Kingfishers, Great Blue Herons, and White Egrets abound. At night, the pond is filled with the croaking sound of frogs in full throttle mode and dragonflies zip around along the surface of the water. Bats come out in the evening, and this is when Callie gets very excited. She adores watching the bats almost hit the window but somehow manage to veer off at the last second. Her head swivels back and forth as they dart about right before her very eyes. The fragrance of flowers fills the air with a lovely scented perfume and the caterpillars that haven’t been consumed, feed voraciously on what vegetation is left. The Painted Lady Butterflies are so numerous, that if you drive around to take in the sites, they flutter by in droves that many, sadly, are then hit by cars. The circle of life is steadily moving toward the season of summer and soon it will be too hot to live in the desert heat again. Fortunately for us, we can escape the soaring temperature and drive to the beach where our RV is parked.

Callie gets so excited when she knows we are heading for the beach that she stands up in the car to look out the window and starts to meow loudly when she sees the RV. She loves being on the road and is especially fond of the ICON. It is something to look forward to when we have to escape again. We are planning on a trip up the coast to help a friend out who’s husband passed away and she is flying in from Australia to scatter his ashes in May. We will get as far north as Monterey to see the otters. We plan on traveling for 2 weeks. I have much to look forward to.

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.

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.

Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep

I have mentioned this before but it is well worth repeating again because it is happening more and more often these days. Because Michael is now home most of the time, Callie has gotten to know him much better and she has fallen in love with him like never before. Years ago, she liked him enough, but her relationship with him these days is on a whole other level. I will always be her first love, but a secret affair is much more exciting and fun for her. Callie has always demanded that when I go to bed at night, that she follow me upstairs to tuck me in. If I stay up later than usual, she becomes visibly agitated and tries to herd me to bed at my usual time.

Once I do decide to go to bed, up the stairs we climb after giving Michael a kiss and saying goodnight to him because he always stays up much later than me. When I am all settled in and I stop tossing and turning, she sneaks back out to be with him. She also likes to get me up early in the morning so that once I am up and sipping coffee, she runs back up the stairs to crawl back in bed with her secret beloved.

The other night I devised a little experiment of my own to see what she would do once I quieted down. I squinted my eyes and stayed really still in order to spy on her. We always begin our nightly ritual wrapped in each other’s arms with her purring loudly and me petting her soft fur and telling her what a good kitty she is. But once I stop moving, Callie will creep over to the foot of the bed and wait for a few minutes glancing back repeatedly. If she thinks that I have fallen asleep, she’ll jump off the bed and walk slowly and quietly to the door.

This time I watched her carefully and I noticed that she looks back at me several times with her tail flicking spasmodically and pauses just a second or two before racing out the door and down the stairs. As soon as she left, I texted Michael to let him know that she was on her way and to expect her soon. She adores cuddling with him while he works on his laptop.

She can’t be discovered though and will jump up nervously and spring to the floor if I come into the room and discover her in his lap. There is something very attractive to Callie about this clandestine affair and she much prefers to keep it a secret and not out in the open for all to see.