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July 20th, 2008
 Conversation reveals that it is apparently Girl Human's birthday. Whatever, thinks Campingcat, who has seen twelve birthdays and as a result has no time for people's shit anymore. Campingcat--still just Regular Cat at this point--is tolerant of the van. Often the van trips end at the vet's office, but frequently they are to pick up Girl Human, or to wait in parking lots while Boy Human shops for random things. Girl Human is in the van today so it's not that. Once the van trip was to Boy Human's parents' house, which did not go so well. Today the van trip is very long, so after a couple of hours Campingcat raises her concerns. As a result, the humans introduce her to a parking lot in Claresholm, which is full of rural people and large trucks. They show her her food, water, and litter box, in none of which Campingcat deigns to be interested, but she offers a compromise: she will keep her yap shut and sleep the rest of the way if she is not subjected to any more parking lots. Campingcat tries to be open-minded that way. She is rarely appreciated. |
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Eventually Campingcat reaches the campsite, which is at Moyie Lake near Cranbrook, B.C., and finally becomes Campingcat in earnest. She is tied to a picnic table with her harness, which is not especially welcomed by Campingcat, but she has been subjected to her harness before. So long as the humans do not expect her to actually follow them anywhere, Campingcat puts up with their crap.
Campingcat is long-suffering. |
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Boy Human shows Campingcat her litter box which he has placed somewhere, but Campingcat will choose her own place to pee, thank you very much. Then Boy Human moves her litter box to Campingcat's chosen location, which shows that Boy Human knows what's good for everyone. |
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Fat Marmot is very interesting. Campingcat employs her usual strategy with such small creatures, which is to crouch and watch them intently until they expire naturally of old age. Fat Marmot evidently has further days ahead of him, and eventually leaves, winning their battle of wits.
Well played, Fat Marmot. Well played. |
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Stupid deer rank high on the list of things about which Campingcat does not care. Also on that list are dogs, with which the campground apparently abounds. There are no other cats, which is right and good. |
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Boy Human shows Campingcat the most water she has ever seen. Prior to this, the most water she has ever seen has been contained within the upstairs bathroom shower stall, which is never good times. This is much more water than that, but Campingcat greets it the same way: by howling brokenly at it. Luckily for him, Boy Human does not attempt to dunk Campingcat into the water, and she retreats quickly, never turning her back on it as it laps menacingly against the shore, seemingly of its own volition. Can it chase her up the beach? Campingcat does not know, and she spends the afternoon under the picnic table, watching the humans as they insanely paddle about in the water. She yowls warnings at them, but they do not understand, or care. Foolish humans. |
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Campingcat does her part to keep the campsite free of weeds and grasses. She is a giver. |
 Campingcat is still in the tent when Boy Human packs up the campsite, and she stands her ground as he rolls up the sleeping bag and deflates the air mattress, even though he uses a noisy vacuum machine to do so. Well, technically she lies down her ground, but you get the idea. Eventually he bodily ejects her from the tent, and she retaliates by giving attitude to Girl Human, who is not her real mother anyhow. She alternately hides under the van and tries to knock things over in the back of it, until Boy Human scolds her. Then she behaves. Boy Human will only take so much of her lip. Campingcat sleeps the whole way home, as she has had almost none of her daily naps the whole weekend, which isn't very good. She also had nearly all of her insulin injections, which she doesn't like either. However, she ate a lot of the humans' turkey- and salmon-based food, which was good. Campingcat got to lie in camp chairs in front of the campfire, which was warm and good. So, all in all, Campingcat was tolerant about the whole experience. It certainly beats being left at home, with Boy Human's Friend coming to feed her. For one thing, Campingcat will only allow Boy Human to give her insulin shots; for another, Boy Human's Friend always brings along his Horrible, Horrible Miniature Human, and Campingcat has no patience with those things. Campingcat--just Regular Cat once again--shudders to even think about it. In fact, she's going to go pull out some fur on the humans' bed now. |
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