KC’s idea of a good time: Play hide and seek where your parents can’t find you, then proceed to stay for 6 hours while the whole campground is looking for you! Yeah, that’ll be exciting.
KC was nowhere to be found when we got set up in our site yesterday at 3ish. I mean NOWHERE, and we thought we knew all the nooks and crannies where he could hide, but he wasn’t in any of them. He was GONE. MM and I assumed he must have snuck out while we were stopped at the CG office when I registered us in while he unhooked the towed/toad (car). That’s the next logical conclusion.
We weren’t too worried, hoping he was still inside, until he didn’t respond to the dinner bell -- shaking the food container, both inside the moho and out in the campground. That always, always gets that boy’s attention, even when he is asleep. No boy. This is not good.
Macey and I had been crying; I was ready to print up flyers to post. Oh yes, one other snafu. We bathed both kitties the night before, so neither had their collars on. Can this situation get any more fun?
At o’dark thirty I was back in the bedroom putting away stuff when MM yelled here he is! KC was sauntering toward the litter box (well, he had been missing for 6 whole hours and the boy had a need!). Apparently he had been up inside the steering column area…a place MM thought no way could that boy fit up inside. Ha. That chunky body is soft and pliable, and KC fit right up there.
So, this morning KC is napping under a blanket, and that is A-OK with us. Both kitties have their collars on…and I need to make happy thank-you flyers announcing that our boy is safe and sound.
I’m not looking closely, but I probably have some grey in my hair this morning, and it isn’t fur!
Life is (now) good (again), y’all!