tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35881750960645693512024-02-02T16:27:36.086-08:00the adventures of ruperta cat on a typewriter is a dangerous thingRuperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13107223253977886926noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588175096064569351.post-33937812235321832912011-08-16T15:36:00.000-07:002011-08-16T15:43:46.509-07:00Film editing finish!<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s1236.photobucket.com/albums/ff449/cameron5711/?action=view&current=081611rupert400.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1236.photobucket.com/albums/ff449/cameron5711/081611rupert400.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8-xXzBNth3c?hl=en&fs=1" width="425"></iframe>Ruperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13107223253977886926noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588175096064569351.post-1645180607622796572011-08-11T15:59:00.000-07:002011-08-11T16:25:54.993-07:00I need a nap!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbjxk_K8r4TI-pKtyGkfG6V76zT8hZ4kbIKf634jYaYL4p0HhQFE4uG3S2MdmloxdWAS44WqPMcyoZ9LTwVVTPEt-5vVobAW7DTwDutRhUMNYMZHwPqkm4B6UZSloc5X0oThQsF9m5bxM/s1600/081111_2_400rupert.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbjxk_K8r4TI-pKtyGkfG6V76zT8hZ4kbIKf634jYaYL4p0HhQFE4uG3S2MdmloxdWAS44WqPMcyoZ9LTwVVTPEt-5vVobAW7DTwDutRhUMNYMZHwPqkm4B6UZSloc5X0oThQsF9m5bxM/s1600/081111_2_400rupert.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s1236.photobucket.com/albums/ff449/cameron5711/RUPERT%20THE%20CAT/081111rupert/?action=view&current=rupertwheelbarrow490.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1236.photobucket.com/albums/ff449/cameron5711/RUPERT%20THE%20CAT/081111rupert/rupertwheelbarrow490.jpg" /></a></div>Ruperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13107223253977886926noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588175096064569351.post-18085138692539813532011-08-09T18:22:00.000-07:002011-08-09T18:22:40.610-07:00A Cat on a Typewriter is DANGEROUS!<a href="http://s1236.photobucket.com/albums/ff449/cameron5711/RUPERT%20THE%20CAT/?action=view&current=Rupert080911a.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1236.photobucket.com/albums/ff449/cameron5711/RUPERT%20THE%20CAT/Rupert080911a.jpg" /></a>Ruperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13107223253977886926noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588175096064569351.post-71646895885677888372011-01-21T18:41:00.000-08:002011-01-21T18:46:09.337-08:00Playing NurseAll this week, People #2 has the flu and lies in bed most of the day.<br />
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I take excellent care of him, as all cats do when their Peoples do not feel well. We sense these things, you know. We rise to the occasion.<br />
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I spend most of my time lying on the bed next to him. Sometimes within petting distance, and sometimes not.<br />
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People #2 spends a lot of time reading and sleeping. (Hey, I need to take a break to wash my face.)<br />
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Sometimes I push against the corner of his book to mark it. This is NOT the kind of "bookmark" that Peoples use, but it sure feels good to <u>me</u>.<br />
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This week, the weather is cold at night and almost warm during the day. Today is sunny too, which makes it feel like Spring! <br />
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People #2 feels better today, so both of them go outside for a few minutes to get some sun. I accompany them.<br />
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As usual, People #2 drags out his camera and takes pictures of me. He must have a MILLION of them by now! But who can blame him? I am very photogenic, after all.<br />
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Here I am looking out over my meadow. Yes, MINE! I am King of all I survey.<br />
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Now I am going to walk over towards the barn...<br />
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...to nibble on some GRASS! He even takes a video of me. This is special! <br />
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How exciting is this? <i><b>Plenty</b></i>. <br />
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Yum-yum, it tastes good. It is especially nice when the weather is warm. I do not like eating grass when it is cold, wet or worse yet, when it is frozen.<br />
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If you look closely, you may see some gnats flying around while I eat. Hey, this is January. You guys should not be out for another month or so!<br />
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At the 28-second mark, you can hear dogs barking in the distance and then my reaction a couple seconds later. Also, of course, you can hear the river in the background.<br />
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As you can see, I have a very hard life. ;-)Ruperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13107223253977886926noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588175096064569351.post-38255860306107263702011-01-14T10:26:00.000-08:002011-01-14T10:27:23.555-08:00Frosty!I am happy to report that it is not raining this morning.<br />
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However, it is COLD and FROSTY. At least the sun is out, which helps a lot.<br />
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My paws get cold on the cement in the shade. People #2 is holding that darn camera again. He keeps following me with it, waiting for the money shot. <br />
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Well, here it IS! This is the famous back door that I come in and out of many times a day.<br />
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I am going to hold this pose for exactly TWO SECONDS and then I am going to walk away. There is sunshine just around the corner and I am not going to hang around here!Ruperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13107223253977886926noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588175096064569351.post-7002641735598344342011-01-13T10:17:00.000-08:002011-01-13T10:23:17.438-08:00I want to go OUT!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJWBqoh3YWngzFMFCNRpEvaaAm-38DuCfFhEHVvXs6mwtFOiq_Mvha1Ns2fzy3bzX1_bTnL-XNAktud_Y7Vu8vJZtr-0F_a-WLne0esbmUqszRKNDCktxDWN7LWFnPAe4IDwwyGNnXwPI/s1600/rupert%2540door.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><br />
<i><b>"Meow. Rrrr....owww. Prrr. MEE-OWW!"</b></i><br />
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When my People show the first signs of stirring awake in the morning, I begin my song.<br />
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I take my position on the floor a few discreet feet from the bed, and tell them that I want to go outside.<br />
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It does not matter what the weather is like. I do tend to come back in rather quickly when it is below freezing, though. Mama did not raise no fool, as People #1 likes to say.<br />
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Today it is in the lower 40s and drizzling. PURR-fect for a cat originally from Vancouver.<br />
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This morning, People #1 lets me out. I knock at the back door an hour later. I want some nibbles!<br />
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People #2 escorts me to my food bowl in the kitchen, and gives me a scoop of Dry. (No Wet for this cat.)<br />
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Sometimes I meow before approaching the bowl. It is my subtle hint to give me a heaping scoop rather than the usual level one. People #2 rarely takes the hint, however.<br />
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A moment later, I approach People #2 who is now at his computer. I meow. He knows DARN well what I want: <u><i><b>to go outside again</b></i></u>.<br />
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People #2 sighs and heaves up from his chair, and leads the way to the back door. I follow demurely, deliberately. I do not want to seem too anxious (Kitty 101).<br />
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This morning, People #2 picks up that awful camera and takes a picture of me standing patiently by the door. He tells People #1 that he is *NOT* going to let me out because it is drizzling, but he wants a picture for today's blog post.<br />
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I glare at him accusingly and he does let me out. He had <u>better</u>!<br />
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People #2 sighs again and drapes the damp towel over a chair near the kerosene heater, so it will be warm and toasty when I come back in.<br />
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Yes, Life is good -- especially when my People exhibit their good training.<br />
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By me, of course.Ruperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13107223253977886926noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588175096064569351.post-78054850792371628212011-01-12T10:24:00.000-08:002011-01-12T10:42:27.270-08:00Trying to Keep Warm!Folks, it is COLD out here in The Woods.<br /><br />But I have a thick fur coat.<br /><br />My People get all frantic and stuff whenever I come in out of the rain, soaking wet.<br /><br />But I am not actually soaked to the skin, because of the aforementioned fur coat.<br /><br />People #1 or People #2 dries me off with a towel. People #1 tends to be more rough, because he likes to play with me that way. Almost every time he messes with me, THIS is what happens:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEQPEzgwO764nLS8Pi-G-UVYgN1dPzHQdiFfn8bBW63ggI911GnYvy5Gq-X1VT2I_SV2fefOl2_aSjk65in0FX_YW1EAo04p6QLyZzDpuMEvYDZnVGd_PTe-kW99Jn6jil91WPXTU7k78/s1600/rupert+tickle.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 177px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEQPEzgwO764nLS8Pi-G-UVYgN1dPzHQdiFfn8bBW63ggI911GnYvy5Gq-X1VT2I_SV2fefOl2_aSjk65in0FX_YW1EAo04p6QLyZzDpuMEvYDZnVGd_PTe-kW99Jn6jil91WPXTU7k78/s400/rupert+tickle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561367466195732194" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I pretend not to like it. But I do, deep down.<br /><br />We live in a very "rustic" building attached to a 100-year-old barn. It does not have what my People call 'Central Heat & Air'. Far from it, folks.<br /><br />They use kerosene heaters this winter. They promise me wood stove heat next winter when they finally hook it up. I miss me some wood stove heat. It is the BEST.<br /><br />But the kerosene heater in the Music Room does a good job. This is the warmest spot in the whole house. Of course you are aware that us cats know all these spots!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJSj_oJvsN7ouqtBb7UggGYVyK6VXviB_xhwY0DvxwYlImiXjFnX04Z-BUJ3zY4YkIO_ojTluGfVw5b5rTGtr8gab4RwR-W_xQosOEolSe3N8lL8NiuVvzAvvNYzJ1cae3SToAe5qpIuU/s1600/rupert+heater.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJSj_oJvsN7ouqtBb7UggGYVyK6VXviB_xhwY0DvxwYlImiXjFnX04Z-BUJ3zY4YkIO_ojTluGfVw5b5rTGtr8gab4RwR-W_xQosOEolSe3N8lL8NiuVvzAvvNYzJ1cae3SToAe5qpIuU/s400/rupert+heater.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561368163782684882" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The kitchen is colder than the Music Room, because we do not spend as much time there in the winter. Before People #1 lights the kerosene heater in the kitchen, this is what I look like in the cold:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3zD1Rp6JS7dT3Mj8tF-O-gcFcRcmb28_79WO_-r8WTNfLgSkD7D6UMeGHOMfyPOQdEVaGOeiGLahwLVDYIGHNxnkftP2gD5-IDUbkgfCFBd1pebwTS4Em_FOFImYia_cooxmPhpX0g3Y/s1600/rupert+rocker.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 346px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3zD1Rp6JS7dT3Mj8tF-O-gcFcRcmb28_79WO_-r8WTNfLgSkD7D6UMeGHOMfyPOQdEVaGOeiGLahwLVDYIGHNxnkftP2gD5-IDUbkgfCFBd1pebwTS4Em_FOFImYia_cooxmPhpX0g3Y/s400/rupert+rocker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561368455599171490" border="0" /></a><i><b> "Maybe if I scrunch down on this wool blanket I will be warmer!" </b></i><br /></div><br /><br />I am going to move to another chair...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsdwjrDDYMPPQPR7QVk9TE9NbGi4gEKaRVu8nr9J_tys0x-OmCcz5KBBECyLrPUwlfXCdui70xHFy4WEgsMRXfVo0gUyraS63iC5A46ljUyLaC5KqQkk04lb75NkkxTYNk6hAxmBfF2vo/s1600/rupert+chair1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsdwjrDDYMPPQPR7QVk9TE9NbGi4gEKaRVu8nr9J_tys0x-OmCcz5KBBECyLrPUwlfXCdui70xHFy4WEgsMRXfVo0gUyraS63iC5A46ljUyLaC5KqQkk04lb75NkkxTYNk6hAxmBfF2vo/s400/rupert+chair1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561369270705940306" border="0" /></a><i><b> "I am not totally sure about this..." </b></i><b></b><br /></div><br /><br />Meanwhile, I will do my regal Canadian pose. I originally come from Vancouver, you know. Hamming it up makes me feel warmer.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh68GN4EDtGbBudCVG6JFNmuRQ_nBACvM7V-OSOeSxC_FnAoB9owNIj-flBEj9ZXd5ylZgCYrzSjrlvLaOxop8RW2bupjy85dxbFIgf88LcttlKg-7SrLnzr7-itP_7rkmA5jYlI5zKFns/s1600/rupert+chair2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh68GN4EDtGbBudCVG6JFNmuRQ_nBACvM7V-OSOeSxC_FnAoB9owNIj-flBEj9ZXd5ylZgCYrzSjrlvLaOxop8RW2bupjy85dxbFIgf88LcttlKg-7SrLnzr7-itP_7rkmA5jYlI5zKFns/s400/rupert+chair2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561369274287625394" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Cat trick: Place your paws together, wrap tail around body and hunch down a little for increased warmth.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtvc31SB_Jf8o-_zl0o7mMZE6Fbriu_JGdqThf7vXU9uiD_aAxwGZgFBCF-i4HGN0MYhglD4YB9bXASVrJ0lw2IdC_-hJ3f1mHXSAJtMzzs7YilqHLgTCPLE_-60lr2WSUSCuqAFYy7DM/s1600/rupert+chair3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtvc31SB_Jf8o-_zl0o7mMZE6Fbriu_JGdqThf7vXU9uiD_aAxwGZgFBCF-i4HGN0MYhglD4YB9bXASVrJ0lw2IdC_-hJ3f1mHXSAJtMzzs7YilqHLgTCPLE_-60lr2WSUSCuqAFYy7DM/s400/rupert+chair3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561369276691415010" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Well, at least I am in a <i><b>very</b></i><b></b> tastefully decorated space!<br /><br />I hope all my cat friends are keeping warm this winter.Ruperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13107223253977886926noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588175096064569351.post-49793537973188504592011-01-11T10:23:00.000-08:002011-01-11T10:28:58.820-08:00Hello Again, Friends!You all know what a busy cat I am, traveling all over the place for six years now!<br /><br />These days I do not travel quite so much. Most of it is within a couple hundred miles of home.<br /><br />This is good because I like staying in The Woods best.<br /><br />Now I have more time to entertain you with blog posts. My life is endlessly fascinating, and I am very photogenic.<br /><br />For months, I meow and meow and MEOW at People #2 to help me type my blog. My paws are too big and stubby to type properly. I make a lot of mistakes which takes too much of my time (you all know what a busy cat I am)! I need help from my People.<br /><br />It will take some training to get People #2 back up to speed on the blog. <br /><br />Speaking of training, I finally get him to open the back door when I scratch and bump against it wanting to come in for a nibble. People #1 is similarly trained. I put them through their paces at least five times a day.<br /><br />I am also very proud of training People #2 to escort me to my food bowl in the kitchen, to make sure that it is full. There is often food in the bowl already, but we cats have to keep our People on our toes!<br /><br />People #2 sometimes tries to pull a fast one by *NOT* filling the bowl and just shaking up the dry food that is already there, and then setting it down. Who do you think he is fooling? Not me! <br /><br />I humor him by eating it, but then I get my revenge a few minutes later by coming up to him (the 'meow, meow, MEOW' routine) to ask for more food. Yes, I eat it all. Fill 'er up!<br /><br />Soon I bring you more up-to-date on my travels and life. But for now, just make sure that you go outside regularly and keep your food bowl filled!Ruperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13107223253977886926noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588175096064569351.post-47155181644867424032009-12-09T07:20:00.000-08:002009-12-09T07:27:19.502-08:00At last! Travel video: Tempe to DurhamI finally post the travel video from our trip from Tempe to Durham!<br /><br />But it is hard for me to concentrate on this project because I am smitten with Miss Kitty.<br /><br />Yes, it is true.<br /><br />I <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">CAT</span>-ch glimpses of her through Airstream's front window. She is so nice and pretty!<br /><br />People #1 takes pictures of her on Saturday. He says that Miss Kitty is a natural poser.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVxbool7GplLH2zrLC2et1XPJ2w3t8dqklxGaVpjIYqT9W5rQMQ6ICGAJafVY0m55DWNmI4BebYS_nyPjj-lpr6lT_2QAXEsU8PZIqg8y7sN61bLB59rZzsNUKZLxjXFlTotqPja1l4-o/s1600-h/Miss+Kitty.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVxbool7GplLH2zrLC2et1XPJ2w3t8dqklxGaVpjIYqT9W5rQMQ6ICGAJafVY0m55DWNmI4BebYS_nyPjj-lpr6lT_2QAXEsU8PZIqg8y7sN61bLB59rZzsNUKZLxjXFlTotqPja1l4-o/s400/Miss+Kitty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413257317755165682" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid_yhUtTwxuhMEVaSIo15Z-7vR0sNjcyQ2XW7WQBzx-0jBh-7q7HEpClGAKSwrst7bLytCA5EOEATmcI0c3ILRlgXGp3lR8ADBQB_vj4U8HL2ZuvQSbXh-CwNKSZJ9TZmg6ox4_QvtS_A/s1600-h/Miss+Kitty2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid_yhUtTwxuhMEVaSIo15Z-7vR0sNjcyQ2XW7WQBzx-0jBh-7q7HEpClGAKSwrst7bLytCA5EOEATmcI0c3ILRlgXGp3lR8ADBQB_vj4U8HL2ZuvQSbXh-CwNKSZJ9TZmg6ox4_QvtS_A/s400/Miss+Kitty2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413257434918005602" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I can hear her short little meow by the door when my Peoples come inside. She seems to know that I am here, but my Peoples do NOT let her in. I am very disappointed!<br /><br />Oh well. I will take my mind off Miss Kitty by watching the travel video yet again....<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iyTILBdaNzI&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iyTILBdaNzI&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />I do hope you enjoy it.Ruperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13107223253977886926noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588175096064569351.post-5600520968702827652009-12-01T12:34:00.001-08:002009-12-01T13:28:31.336-08:00Miss Kitty & "The White One"I have kitty neighbors! One People next door tells my People #1 that three cats live in the trailer next to them, on the other side. So this is two-boxes-on-wheels away from me.<br /><br />The pretty one with mackerel and white markings has the name Miss Kitty.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcR1UltX6RDL7U3kmQsvQub5YGfJXexxkMA9mTzbdMSYbr5VamNNyVnbJxBRy34kLCcxufeqJ5OM9RWYtz7MJiHvbZjwyLa0Ejc4MyepsyRSb0Kgv4y9pBKDiNLS0cFBM8r0rqldlOhDA/s1600/Miss+Kitty.JPEG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcR1UltX6RDL7U3kmQsvQub5YGfJXexxkMA9mTzbdMSYbr5VamNNyVnbJxBRy34kLCcxufeqJ5OM9RWYtz7MJiHvbZjwyLa0Ejc4MyepsyRSb0Kgv4y9pBKDiNLS0cFBM8r0rqldlOhDA/s400/Miss+Kitty.JPEG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410369111601307762" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The Neighbor People do not say what the white kitty's name is.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWfLmTaivoHrAL3O8WKQuqjGrOu9boh40cARsCa3gATwKDhnh-QZKaY2JvcMGLD2HW3swZcfCs4nDfgXGfve4Ri-8icUzHIFbzwxvUjbljumG0meZakBqUHLuTBjkkQhhORs1sox8p8jE/s1600/The+White+One+action.JPEG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 378px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWfLmTaivoHrAL3O8WKQuqjGrOu9boh40cARsCa3gATwKDhnh-QZKaY2JvcMGLD2HW3swZcfCs4nDfgXGfve4Ri-8icUzHIFbzwxvUjbljumG0meZakBqUHLuTBjkkQhhORs1sox8p8jE/s400/The+White+One+action.JPEG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410369290033750882" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Or the black one, who is VERY shy. My Peoples do not get a picture of it today.<br /><br />Whenever my Peoples step outside Airstream, the neighbor kitties come to visit.<br /><br />Miss Kitty is the most friendly. She comes right up to my People #1 to be petted. I do not like this but there is nothing I can do about it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh720Og_qMwsGtahCfYuuPsuyzytqwg7r81hTZopmgqRTWxInBu2xC-mU83txpc9_gQe7serCs2EbNcZJcgNmtiKgrWTMOw-u7uww5xsZOWT3F7ULRiuCQp2LtV96WYglcEyjwQeWIhfVA/s1600/Miss+Kitty+action.JPEG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh720Og_qMwsGtahCfYuuPsuyzytqwg7r81hTZopmgqRTWxInBu2xC-mU83txpc9_gQe7serCs2EbNcZJcgNmtiKgrWTMOw-u7uww5xsZOWT3F7ULRiuCQp2LtV96WYglcEyjwQeWIhfVA/s400/Miss+Kitty+action.JPEG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410369474128122834" border="0" /></a><br /><br />People #1 sees the white one before but today is the first time People #2 sees it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkaaJ8OE8mdT1W642oVr3dyyUat_T9JLXckEUAViCGLzoIKZH4cTd8-MDZSpswNCGz6OE4IoY5_bOHoly4ie6pzW3fxmXCGmjSAUCl7ecRYAlu-qAc1nnbrcvL1StPT9XJ6UUCmxSKsHo/s1600/The+White+One.JPEG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 182px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkaaJ8OE8mdT1W642oVr3dyyUat_T9JLXckEUAViCGLzoIKZH4cTd8-MDZSpswNCGz6OE4IoY5_bOHoly4ie6pzW3fxmXCGmjSAUCl7ecRYAlu-qAc1nnbrcvL1StPT9XJ6UUCmxSKsHo/s400/The+White+One.JPEG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410370112256680354" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The black one is nowhere in sight.<br /><br />Miss Kitty and The White One know that I am inside Airstream, looking out the front window, which is open to admit the mild air. We can smell each other!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH85MInO7gLgmpkRNtMcIPQYvoGwVpP1_NoANRy15oZT89dU4H641UwkyN4jQASxGVaYHGLB_sZm1hDnxtKbBrqlwFin090deuE5mU1caHTuLmFCXsregTL8fidM7ytY2dAzfyjAtrJ2w/s1600/Rupert+thru+screen.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH85MInO7gLgmpkRNtMcIPQYvoGwVpP1_NoANRy15oZT89dU4H641UwkyN4jQASxGVaYHGLB_sZm1hDnxtKbBrqlwFin090deuE5mU1caHTuLmFCXsregTL8fidM7ytY2dAzfyjAtrJ2w/s400/Rupert+thru+screen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410372673033958098" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Miss Kitty walks away. I think she is bored because I can NOT come out to play. I look at her one last time before she disappears...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9NnLdOWZDK1v4pW4x5RnsDzwVnQD__eCsYCWhQS2uKW9Oa1GD4EhTdUPlgJFhK64nwssT8K62VhRkZvmlcDvYk2UNczn26r02d6HNIMA_HWRcf1f-Slvt9SrJeAva3GNNb3orUZaQUbU/s1600/rupert+looking+at+miss+kitty"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9NnLdOWZDK1v4pW4x5RnsDzwVnQD__eCsYCWhQS2uKW9Oa1GD4EhTdUPlgJFhK64nwssT8K62VhRkZvmlcDvYk2UNczn26r02d6HNIMA_HWRcf1f-Slvt9SrJeAva3GNNb3orUZaQUbU/s400/rupert+looking+at+miss+kitty" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410373028709143346" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The memory of her sweet face lingers. Ah, parting is such sweet sorrow!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK1iu5eF0AEvLbtIAdc7O7_IIqc2rn81PUvQj_ZYTXJXOu-wGMfR6UAGBUGwU2LMBI5s7VM6Zmc9LCZSM1JKP5fne_DqhEf9-tmRzKrbR4oxoAMMXSAESE9VTjW90TtJSAEF3N9kwCYIE/s1600/Miss+Kitty+closeup.JPEG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK1iu5eF0AEvLbtIAdc7O7_IIqc2rn81PUvQj_ZYTXJXOu-wGMfR6UAGBUGwU2LMBI5s7VM6Zmc9LCZSM1JKP5fne_DqhEf9-tmRzKrbR4oxoAMMXSAESE9VTjW90TtJSAEF3N9kwCYIE/s400/Miss+Kitty+closeup.JPEG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410373265396532162" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />People #2 has that darn video camera out again. He is really good at making something out of nothing! This video will not win any awards but you'd think that People #2 is submitting it to the Cannes Film Festival, the way he carries on about it!<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GAGmgO9vYKo&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GAGmgO9vYKo&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object>Ruperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13107223253977886926noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588175096064569351.post-4282136662085007172009-11-29T07:15:00.000-08:002009-11-29T07:44:59.685-08:00Tempe-Durham Trip, Days #3 & #4We pull out of the rest stop at the western border of Oklahoma at 9 a.m. on November 24th, and the road is VERY bumpy!<br /><br />I meow a lot whenever the road makes me bounce up and down. It is noisy, too. I do not like it.<br /><br />We stop at a place that has a lot of Airstreams. I do not know that my Airstream has brothers and sisters! I wish I could find mine.<br /><br />People #1 buys several parts for Airstream. This is the first time I hear of her needing new parts. Something about a new water pump.<br /><br />I am glad that all my parts are working fine. They do not need replacing.<br /><br />We leave the spot with all the Airstreams and come up to a place called Oklahoma City. It has the usual tall things sticking out of the ground.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRrdnI5ZHiRTnkd7Ea9t3HdK9CKHUaQoWSzhqSu8b6nGBdfwAhqP5wvGouN33j1JkRlqr5zYnTM6b1D1Hb4_ToIinvo41GlJ6jmoUErP4h4Ufucp57TPi6uNTOJxS38oGY7OqxrbN6JFU/s1600/okla+city.JPEG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRrdnI5ZHiRTnkd7Ea9t3HdK9CKHUaQoWSzhqSu8b6nGBdfwAhqP5wvGouN33j1JkRlqr5zYnTM6b1D1Hb4_ToIinvo41GlJ6jmoUErP4h4Ufucp57TPi6uNTOJxS38oGY7OqxrbN6JFU/s400/okla+city.JPEG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409544871483999282" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The road is very bumpy here.<br /><br />It is a relief to leave the city and return to peace and quiet of the open road. I share a special moment with People #1 to remind him that yes, I do like him sometimes.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA3MekZ9ynmg94uhcIXYxshngfqbiuVj7z1zm5RGPL1XzRxCsfLPQqL5AJBZpfJdJc9hyphenhyphenhmYGRlECFHYtTunDOhb9gnTm9oL1zqqQJlDKGHd3MJPjwFo973joOy5cSWzjCNgovD6T5eLU/s1600/rupert+%26+james.JPEG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA3MekZ9ynmg94uhcIXYxshngfqbiuVj7z1zm5RGPL1XzRxCsfLPQqL5AJBZpfJdJc9hyphenhyphenhmYGRlECFHYtTunDOhb9gnTm9oL1zqqQJlDKGHd3MJPjwFo973joOy5cSWzjCNgovD6T5eLU/s400/rupert+%26+james.JPEG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409545330428487026" border="0" /></a><br /><br />OH! I forget to post pictures of me at the rest area in New Mexico, before the big traffic jam. Here they are:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWhjHfn-pukG-O9Oi8F-cYmpK-NSvlQS1RApG4uVRyAz11ia5YXaDgGtZ11xmF62ChEnMs2z-ld1EaWRS4e_0npzDfO7SasrhYgR0399sf7z8TzlizR8QDFsll9KLamwD_IFGvLhub_oE/s1600/rupert+NM+rest+area.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWhjHfn-pukG-O9Oi8F-cYmpK-NSvlQS1RApG4uVRyAz11ia5YXaDgGtZ11xmF62ChEnMs2z-ld1EaWRS4e_0npzDfO7SasrhYgR0399sf7z8TzlizR8QDFsll9KLamwD_IFGvLhub_oE/s400/rupert+NM+rest+area.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409545650426315890" border="0" /></a><br /><br />People #2 calls the next one "artsy". It just does not have any color, is all. Whatever!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz8tNyq43k1uVMt8VjD9PeYkoME8BiWpZXQ4SyVczQSPcHhRbNJZsEptKdlN_xVWpJr4YUiEuvMnv0fwizBqKPdvD7Ahyphenhyphen0yUXnqprLytSs0o6B4Znbjtch1KQYmpan1FxeYFcg0WkChQU/s1600/rupert+NM+rest+area+b%26w.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz8tNyq43k1uVMt8VjD9PeYkoME8BiWpZXQ4SyVczQSPcHhRbNJZsEptKdlN_xVWpJr4YUiEuvMnv0fwizBqKPdvD7Ahyphenhyphen0yUXnqprLytSs0o6B4Znbjtch1KQYmpan1FxeYFcg0WkChQU/s400/rupert+NM+rest+area+b%26w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409545653118965634" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Now that we have that out of the way, I return to the trip in progress.<br /><br />We finally cross the border into something with the name Arkansas.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxutJWoBmYcBgCEjUL9lLvmENjIpyB3eGUqyjRm0uqXIPfhOnYvCN9q0mjIfI0U4GTh_nlscEcPiD8aAC5g1Dj-ymqwOEEIdFfPH6phzytTga7JV0LVRRthddw5wUkFxoUzvC-4DkVqSs/s1600/rupert+arkansas.JPEG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxutJWoBmYcBgCEjUL9lLvmENjIpyB3eGUqyjRm0uqXIPfhOnYvCN9q0mjIfI0U4GTh_nlscEcPiD8aAC5g1Dj-ymqwOEEIdFfPH6phzytTga7JV0LVRRthddw5wUkFxoUzvC-4DkVqSs/s400/rupert+arkansas.JPEG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409546688943579042" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I am stretched full out on the dashboard since the road is smooth and I do not bounce around. You can see I get VERY tired now!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVF4nx_ad_6HV30CXmHl03Mmx2fPiRSjyMG7rIKLll7cN1mfvKqjkmi8OM60B3dnGQjdZxg64GhuFGr8FJi7ONdTIhD9BW3VC8bt21LLprxOqSu69UQEWyhIPsheOelg3vAeILUzLZHys/s1600/rupert+arkansas.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVF4nx_ad_6HV30CXmHl03Mmx2fPiRSjyMG7rIKLll7cN1mfvKqjkmi8OM60B3dnGQjdZxg64GhuFGr8FJi7ONdTIhD9BW3VC8bt21LLprxOqSu69UQEWyhIPsheOelg3vAeILUzLZHys/s400/rupert+arkansas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409546677443478642" border="0" /></a><br /><br />It gets dark and we are <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">still</span> driving. Will we EVER stop?<br /><br />My Peoples say that they need to "make up for lost time" because of the traffic jam delay in New Mexico.<br /><br />We cross a big area of water with the name Mississippi. This sounds like a hiss and a spit at the same time!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS4oWxXNTgaGlQjoOIcBNGKOi9FMaB2lSseHppZ5MwjckuelcfUShAAcm1gRfSYr_HkTHjzydXRWKvvKwpMkW8iQ11SXJGrduvLwem1nTk29rdA7xdxk7MyHOikhGnvLrWKQ9x76mPNvc/s1600/tennessee+sign.JPEG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS4oWxXNTgaGlQjoOIcBNGKOi9FMaB2lSseHppZ5MwjckuelcfUShAAcm1gRfSYr_HkTHjzydXRWKvvKwpMkW8iQ11SXJGrduvLwem1nTk29rdA7xdxk7MyHOikhGnvLrWKQ9x76mPNvc/s400/tennessee+sign.JPEG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409546692379795826" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Truck finally stops and my Peoples bring me into Airstream for a much-needed dinner. Then they leave me for a while. They go somewhere named "Olive Garden" and come back smelling like garlic.<br /><br />Back on the road, but only for a moment. We stop again so soon, this time for "gas". I do not like starting and stopping much. It is better when we keep going.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAMjhyphenhyphen3gxboyzEwqCy6nJl7tvx6gbX_1hNdkM36dva0cENj-HoN7VfN0_zBAur-FjCGmNCfd2OixmsL05yZE-xaPCBUixGnYhaZpPx5qHjsxFayFrJSWnyA2EndcMIAG2KhnUNWBY8fa4/s1600/rupert+memphis+gas+station.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAMjhyphenhyphen3gxboyzEwqCy6nJl7tvx6gbX_1hNdkM36dva0cENj-HoN7VfN0_zBAur-FjCGmNCfd2OixmsL05yZE-xaPCBUixGnYhaZpPx5qHjsxFayFrJSWnyA2EndcMIAG2KhnUNWBY8fa4/s400/rupert+memphis+gas+station.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409546679800859762" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I get my wish! We keep going for a very long time. People #2 finally drives while People #1 sleeps. (People #1 does most of the driving.)<br /><br />Truck makes a loud purr when we go over mountains.<br /><br />We stop for gas and People #1 gets behind the wheel, and it is People #2's turn to sleep.<br /><br />The sun comes up. I do not believe that we travel so long. We usually stop somewhere for the night, but this time we keep driving.<br /><br />We cross over into Virginia.<br /><br />Just when I think we NEVER stop, we pull over into a parking lot by a place with a sign "Cracker Barrel" which looks very quiet. We all go into Airstream and nap for a couple of hours.<br /><br />But we do not sleep nearly long enough. Back into Truck, where I start meowing a lot.<br /><br />Yes, I am very tired, and I want my Peoples to know it! I have a great deal to say on this part of the trip. My Peoples do not really want to hear it, but they have to listen. They are a <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">CAT</span>-tive audience!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzcnF0wr2kuOD7w59RBffqkHhOYECCWj_knD7I4BloJqoI7rH0PCPz6emO-B0tTM9lf8Ww4-jXjCJJiTnyZJ4HdsZghX0ItWbxnOuW0DMk2mCYyWdpZXm6yG_q6nos7TxkADZnx451iGU/s1600/rupert+tired.JPEG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzcnF0wr2kuOD7w59RBffqkHhOYECCWj_knD7I4BloJqoI7rH0PCPz6emO-B0tTM9lf8Ww4-jXjCJJiTnyZJ4HdsZghX0ItWbxnOuW0DMk2mCYyWdpZXm6yG_q6nos7TxkADZnx451iGU/s400/rupert+tired.JPEG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409546696879111266" border="0" /></a><br /><br />As we get close to the last state on our travels, with the name North Carolina, the view outside Truck suddenly gets scary. The ground in the distance is very far below us!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGoh3FJMGwHN_v5lw0rwL1YYSIpA4iqm0KLJfdp7tvDT8zO6lgPdW_W_75zJy4-RJAqJY4KzZ7eHcjgdBLaOpskqyi0UXpKAAnrt9NLq1gEQiXdA-GL00a4R66Oy90HudqdZTHjglZi5c/s1600/va_nc+border.JPEG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGoh3FJMGwHN_v5lw0rwL1YYSIpA4iqm0KLJfdp7tvDT8zO6lgPdW_W_75zJy4-RJAqJY4KzZ7eHcjgdBLaOpskqyi0UXpKAAnrt9NLq1gEQiXdA-GL00a4R66Oy90HudqdZTHjglZi5c/s400/va_nc+border.JPEG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409548237188555282" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We stop just over the border at the usual place where Peoples and Cars and Trucks gather.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7JS0fbkHoRQGhHo2d9XetAeUdVC7mqwIZsuv5tnalQVY3CvH_Z7qgHoVpmhZ0NtzMy0jWEB3payhb8uEGKOwB9DK5JEqg5g4KmMNNx4QayaZWMgY8ms3A7NsXpxB1jqBNTZJ_VAG9blI/s1600/nc+sign.JPEG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7JS0fbkHoRQGhHo2d9XetAeUdVC7mqwIZsuv5tnalQVY3CvH_Z7qgHoVpmhZ0NtzMy0jWEB3payhb8uEGKOwB9DK5JEqg5g4KmMNNx4QayaZWMgY8ms3A7NsXpxB1jqBNTZJ_VAG9blI/s400/nc+sign.JPEG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409548238049267202" border="0" /></a><br /><br />There is an unusually large number of them because it is "Thanksgiving Weekend", my Peoples say. They do not seem too excited about it. I think they are very tired, too.<br /><br />People #2 <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">does</span> get excited later on when we pass a big hill, Pilot Mountain. Something about a famous show on Idiot Box with whistling at the beginning.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpvQUqL3nuQNGvlsGE1c0YP4LaojrSrbAcBkYjWSSrJIGwQuVAKe4_t9jPbA4qzkc1SVDnn1y1E5AMdq2b59OD5ctoSgbv6P-vTH5TTfI7eMudHHr9jlgOLuak_qLpryiL2Z_b4WXCwug/s1600/pilot+mtn.JPEG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpvQUqL3nuQNGvlsGE1c0YP4LaojrSrbAcBkYjWSSrJIGwQuVAKe4_t9jPbA4qzkc1SVDnn1y1E5AMdq2b59OD5ctoSgbv6P-vTH5TTfI7eMudHHr9jlgOLuak_qLpryiL2Z_b4WXCwug/s400/pilot+mtn.JPEG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409548245861293154" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We go through a bunch of big places with buildings sticking up, and the traffic gets really heavy sometimes.<br /><br />I am SO tired! People #2 insists on taking one last picture of me. I am resigned.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr_DzThU_O4K21swkKVvTxXlGCUoOcbpciyBvS12I9UwrYZyDdgP7M17xUk2hsdUTNjAOMHKclvjAFzaKlwSBfoLxSKJTg1jOA14PDbwGgLqQUwooGOXvedY16TvG_0wudi1NkIa30utw/s1600/rupert+tired2.JPEG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr_DzThU_O4K21swkKVvTxXlGCUoOcbpciyBvS12I9UwrYZyDdgP7M17xUk2hsdUTNjAOMHKclvjAFzaKlwSBfoLxSKJTg1jOA14PDbwGgLqQUwooGOXvedY16TvG_0wudi1NkIa30utw/s400/rupert+tired2.JPEG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409548248686559170" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We FINALLY stop at a place with lots of tall trees and other houses with wheels, sort of like Airstream. She is smaller than all the others, but way prettier!<br /><br />I hope against hope that we do not drive again. (At least, for a while.)<br /><br />I think that we are here for a long time because we do not leave the next day.<br /><br />I sleep even more than usual. It feels so good not to be bumped around on the road!<br /><br />Here is where we are staying:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgReiG2eHAE9BttPTYgHXJwXAuH9Vj0-uWOGbDQ2Xu6qi6RfBBHWIP4q_WV4Vge8pqgr3oDocMyQOwauvaw2moWz0Y-QBEIZVweuofmRubk7FX4SI9E3jRzyUsfBl5XdwcOKiHr6g_pS4s/s1600/durham+nc+rv+park.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgReiG2eHAE9BttPTYgHXJwXAuH9Vj0-uWOGbDQ2Xu6qi6RfBBHWIP4q_WV4Vge8pqgr3oDocMyQOwauvaw2moWz0Y-QBEIZVweuofmRubk7FX4SI9E3jRzyUsfBl5XdwcOKiHr6g_pS4s/s400/durham+nc+rv+park.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409549616391954770" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Soon I tell you about my new kitty neighbors! They live two trailers to the left of Airstream. They get to be outside and I am jealous!Ruperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13107223253977886926noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588175096064569351.post-8275697911433439532009-11-28T08:56:00.000-08:002009-11-28T09:08:46.655-08:00I have arrived!I am safe and sound in Durham, North Carolina.<br /><br />What a LONG trip I have!<br /><br />On Monday, we drive through the rest of Arizona and then into New Mexico.<br /><br />As you can see, I am feeling fresh and happy that day. I am in the car only a few hours then.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioW395MfVaOxrxIYDXSYg4mjRM1c6zPgbVG2unjVuNYy2uUETIgVHUvLmcABVHRQph6stZEduuxeNkU5G5DjHGaL47Jpb7W_ZlAKSd_txL2B5iyeFYlCu3FR3yX8t-zuP9cPi8Q1NiGQI/s1600/rupert.JPEG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioW395MfVaOxrxIYDXSYg4mjRM1c6zPgbVG2unjVuNYy2uUETIgVHUvLmcABVHRQph6stZEduuxeNkU5G5DjHGaL47Jpb7W_ZlAKSd_txL2B5iyeFYlCu3FR3yX8t-zuP9cPi8Q1NiGQI/s400/rupert.JPEG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409199917274003074" border="0" /></a><br /><br />People #2 brings out the video camera and gets excited when we get to the border between Arizona and New Mexico. There are funny looking buildings in the middle of the desert. I never see anything like it!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtBFukrMeTe8Qoc7Calecsqc2MyIgu5rzFy5gjZoSe7CYGjTrgHW04eBv2GDDhFj-7csLDOzJ75dmfpKb1CxWjEhxQYbJXA2FIfOCI2ZodGuG9_l78zdaoxFR9wz9l56E25cYlaNr_4N4/s1600/az_nm+border.JPEG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtBFukrMeTe8Qoc7Calecsqc2MyIgu5rzFy5gjZoSe7CYGjTrgHW04eBv2GDDhFj-7csLDOzJ75dmfpKb1CxWjEhxQYbJXA2FIfOCI2ZodGuG9_l78zdaoxFR9wz9l56E25cYlaNr_4N4/s400/az_nm+border.JPEG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409200102982440322" border="0" /></a><br /><br />People #1 turns on the Radio and the strangest sound comes out. You will hear it in the video I post soon. But let me tell you now that it is something called Navajo chant. This yelling and wailing sounds like a cat fight! But there are also drums which is NOT like any fight I ever have.<br /><br />After the chant, some Peoples talk in a language I do not understand. I am proud to say that I understand everything -- and I mean <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">everything</span> -- that my People say. But these Navajo Peoples on the Radio I do NOT understand!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEygzhd9voo6eMJWeYJ3PLVoYADz_3bu9fxt2xzt1mGjqDwbV2YOSh5a5ApLy6EV7L0KaBobuMpBNKAW-nFEX9vDlNxOQqB1YFBqxWkD726rkuiS9SvR7gkEKgpE8PkjNLM9IVDtb9e0E/s1600/new+mexico+sign.JPEG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEygzhd9voo6eMJWeYJ3PLVoYADz_3bu9fxt2xzt1mGjqDwbV2YOSh5a5ApLy6EV7L0KaBobuMpBNKAW-nFEX9vDlNxOQqB1YFBqxWkD726rkuiS9SvR7gkEKgpE8PkjNLM9IVDtb9e0E/s400/new+mexico+sign.JPEG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409200328563604930" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We drive and drive until we get near a big place called Albuquerque. Suddenly Truck stops! What is going on?<br /><br />Usually we turn off the big road before stopping. But now we stop right in the middle of it!<br /><br />We sit there for the longest time.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihF0RS2qgni7kZRYTMw5MMkgIneJPZFtMUA94w8xOzbkuqrjLSIZKav-BckZJqWMrBpRN26_M6S-MxMOcIwSOD5F7jZwchNx88_W2iN5MdbrRzvjdFltlEZD0rji5cl1iLRoLm7fzv0qI/s1600/NM+traffic+jam.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihF0RS2qgni7kZRYTMw5MMkgIneJPZFtMUA94w8xOzbkuqrjLSIZKav-BckZJqWMrBpRN26_M6S-MxMOcIwSOD5F7jZwchNx88_W2iN5MdbrRzvjdFltlEZD0rji5cl1iLRoLm7fzv0qI/s400/NM+traffic+jam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409200510833896610" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I get a little scared and hide under the seats for a while. I am not used to this new routine.<br /><br />My Peoples get out of Truck in the middle of the road and talk to other Peoples who also get out of their Cars.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiukDHYd4PCOg2mFi0MBZoASapVaQMNMetloXUd9kq1Spv_6xk6Qb85Axl996njEn510iK92OPg_SP86db6K4Ng8iPSjZi7kh8XYMS9kPm2BoorRxdkfErS-EMICKxc9asj3VAOgxGXurY/s1600/nm+traffic+jam1.JPEG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiukDHYd4PCOg2mFi0MBZoASapVaQMNMetloXUd9kq1Spv_6xk6Qb85Axl996njEn510iK92OPg_SP86db6K4Ng8iPSjZi7kh8XYMS9kPm2BoorRxdkfErS-EMICKxc9asj3VAOgxGXurY/s400/nm+traffic+jam1.JPEG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409200745416373554" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />They find out that there is a huge accident with two Trucks. One Truck hits something called a Paint Truck. I know what paint is! It is that smelly messy stuff. It gets all over the Road and takes THREE HOURS to clean up.<br /><br />The sun is very low in the sky by the time we start moving again.<br /><br />We drive for many more hours before stopping. Finally we pull over just past the Oklahoma border.<br /><br />It feels so good to go back inside Airstream, have a nibble and a nap.<br /><br />My paws are tired from all this writing so I save Day #3 for tomorrow. I just want to tell you that my trip is done and that I am fine, even though I am pooped!Ruperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13107223253977886926noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588175096064569351.post-16499210034119820312009-11-23T09:30:00.000-08:002009-11-23T09:38:43.401-08:00Tempe-Durham Trip, Day #1I am unusually quiet as People #1 loads me into the truck for our long journey. For some reason I do not feel like meowing.<br /><br />(Secret: It is slightly less traumatic to travel at night. No hot, glaring sun.)<br /><br />We pull Airstream out of the RV park at 9:15 p.m. Sunday and I will NOT miss Barking Dog!<br /><br />We pick up People #2 in front of the theatre and it is good to see him.<br /><br />We drive for a few hours and finally stop at a KOA kampground at 1:30 a.m. It is KUTE that they spell it with a "k" -- just like "kitty"!<br /><br />It is in Holbrook, AZ in case you want to track our long journey.<br /><br />Here is Airstream resting at the KOA this morning. She is not too tired yet.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV63zxr38iqUhJRe5ddndpMYihIl1qco8BcYPD6UpE_K_zk2NG7OQgm0cHzEEtObbv5B__f02uTEwcWXsRHxeOBkkl9_u18LBC6vtMJBjg8Egp7noFvkDPOnpL3krfrJD6BL0l56eiLeU/s1600/Holbrook+KOA.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV63zxr38iqUhJRe5ddndpMYihIl1qco8BcYPD6UpE_K_zk2NG7OQgm0cHzEEtObbv5B__f02uTEwcWXsRHxeOBkkl9_u18LBC6vtMJBjg8Egp7noFvkDPOnpL3krfrJD6BL0l56eiLeU/s400/Holbrook+KOA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407353213802383362" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I go into the bathroom to wait for the inevitable picking-up-and-hauling-me-off-to-the-truck routine.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSoA3tqMwjLqQG8_g_xt_889qE4cTT2XsDluiBENXFXSOhqULYT2s7zQ-ZT5_-b0cZDuiEPELNui57tXchlKRPv69rzFfj5I0l-KbuFPwI07v_4ZbjeIMYU4tUpcTQDs3OOx_XzPEIJYs/s1600/Rupert+Holbrook.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSoA3tqMwjLqQG8_g_xt_889qE4cTT2XsDluiBENXFXSOhqULYT2s7zQ-ZT5_-b0cZDuiEPELNui57tXchlKRPv69rzFfj5I0l-KbuFPwI07v_4ZbjeIMYU4tUpcTQDs3OOx_XzPEIJYs/s400/Rupert+Holbrook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407354168247724402" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I get a brief sniff of the outdoors on the very few steps between Airstream and Chevy Truck, then put inside Truck. Back to the LONG day of travel thing. I am used to this.<br /><br />We plan to go all the way to Oklahoma City before stopping for the night. It is a twelve-hour drive from Holbrook but we have to cover 2000 miles in only three days!<br /><br />A-PAW-lo-gies for not having time to visit all my favorite kitty blogs to make my usual clever comments, for the next several days. I look forward to reading about all your adventures after we finally reach our destination of Durham, NC.<br /><br />CAT-cha later!Ruperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13107223253977886926noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588175096064569351.post-15593819455217798432009-11-22T15:54:00.000-08:002009-11-22T15:56:24.820-08:00Just to let you know...After my previous post, several kitties ask me where we are going.<br /><br />We start our cross-country trip from Tempe, AZ to Durham, NC tonight after People #2 finishes his last show here (Phantom of the Opera. He plays French Horn. It is noisy!).<br /><br />People #1 packs up Airstream and she is almost ready to go!<br /><br />I sit on the truck's console when we pick up People #2 in front of the theatre. Then I usually go to his lap. It will be especially nice since he is wearing black! It contrasts well with the kitty fur I leave on his pants.<br /><br />We plan to arrive in Durham sometime late Wednesday. It is a 2,000-mile drive. I may or may not be able to blog along the way. But you can be sure that I take videos and pictures of our trip. BYE!Ruperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13107223253977886926noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588175096064569351.post-68551722528232550112009-11-22T09:16:00.000-08:002009-11-22T09:26:13.879-08:00In Search of SunMornings are nice here in Tempe because the bathroom window of Airstream faces East.<br /><br />I like to jump up on the sink to catch a few rays.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw2Ut4b9LFe8lLsgPIAtkhFmBEFEjoIHL99RXKo_iw0wa_sDtHdpl3bv6OSJFUp9RHMWqVZ77P8tKUbAby1U36WBYJmY2rGyd317yYrqwQWAYIhmVXO3Z-OJ3pmQ-2U0QTVlLy2mzgjAI/s1600/+rupert+bathroom.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw2Ut4b9LFe8lLsgPIAtkhFmBEFEjoIHL99RXKo_iw0wa_sDtHdpl3bv6OSJFUp9RHMWqVZ77P8tKUbAby1U36WBYJmY2rGyd317yYrqwQWAYIhmVXO3Z-OJ3pmQ-2U0QTVlLy2mzgjAI/s400/+rupert+bathroom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406980018309505282" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Barking Dog is only a few feet away but of course I ignore it.<br /><br />I can sit here for hours. At least until one of the Peoples needs the bathroom.<br /><br />I have a feeling that we leave here soon. People #1 is looking at a Google map of the country, which is always a bad sign!<br /><br />So if I do not post for the next several days, it is because I am ON THE ROAD AGAIN!!Ruperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13107223253977886926noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588175096064569351.post-53511776459688231092009-11-20T11:37:00.000-08:002009-11-20T12:37:44.214-08:00My Trip Across The Country: May 4-9, 2009: DAY #2Okay, so I am back to tell you about my big trip all the way across the country from Connecticut to California!<br /><br />May 5th: We are very happy to leave the Motel 6 in Columbus, Ohio. It is the dirtiest one we ever stay in! I do not hide under the covers for a change. It does not smell nice.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I will think twice</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />When a bed does not smell nice</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Because it might have lice</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />I much prefer mice</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />(But they are not usually in bed.)</span><br /><br />Today I try to sleep as much as possible. It is very difficult in a moving vehicle. Sometimes we go over bumps, other times we slow down and Chevy Truck changes his purr. This wakes me up.<br /><br />One thing which REALLY bothers me is the sound of the turn-signal. Do not ask me why, I do not know! I always meow when it comes on.<br /><br />I think it bothers People #1 too, because he often talks about how loud it is.<br /><br />People #2 thinks it is GOOD that the turn-signal is loud, because then you never leave it on accidentally. He hates it when people drive down the road doing that.<br /><br />He calls this a "Pet Peeve". Watch your language, sport!<br /><br />When People #1 starts getting tired, he turns on something called "Talk Radio". This is Peoples talking out of something in the dashboard of Chevy Truck. It is as noisy as Idiot Box in the corporate apartment but there are no moving pictures to go with it. How boring!<br /><br />Yap-yap-yap, all the way through Ohio.<br /><br />Okay, we are leaving Ohio. Will you please turn the radio off?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWNiSoVK957uaZHp5iWQcK9UQX0zeURLG0xWRK9V_4FbvG7gAdfP959WEp6V6lrxO53F4nAv45UJMdqS0oO3LL9qeAYvljBtjwtDFuH_AAPLMZGqVD82YoWvkV_QP-MWC4Y39ZHK5xJTI/s1600/8OH+leaving+sign.JPEG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWNiSoVK957uaZHp5iWQcK9UQX0zeURLG0xWRK9V_4FbvG7gAdfP959WEp6V6lrxO53F4nAv45UJMdqS0oO3LL9qeAYvljBtjwtDFuH_AAPLMZGqVD82YoWvkV_QP-MWC4Y39ZHK5xJTI/s400/8OH+leaving+sign.JPEG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406272931326807058" border="0" /></a><br />It is so considerate of Ohio to let us know that we are leaving. Some states do not even say goodbye.<br /><br />I meow again about the radio but People #1 says, "Not yet".<br /><br />Now we are in Indiana.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBf7bXDx3bH_Zgi4SI0YeWtFfvczTaDmNhIrVcsxDFi1xyxRwIHM0hksS2-CHH2JoE0C4srCQ6vy-TDeHmSGzTE7NrKelA_MobXBXK31t58aEUMEdA809v8ebzAn4IZEKPi7rn_JlQm4o/s1600/9IN+sign.JPEG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBf7bXDx3bH_Zgi4SI0YeWtFfvczTaDmNhIrVcsxDFi1xyxRwIHM0hksS2-CHH2JoE0C4srCQ6vy-TDeHmSGzTE7NrKelA_MobXBXK31t58aEUMEdA809v8ebzAn4IZEKPi7rn_JlQm4o/s400/9IN+sign.JPEG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406273625421129186" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Finally I get used to the noise and go back to sleep, on the console in-between the seats. It is a nice perch when I am awake too.<br /><br />The best perch, however, is the dashboard. My Peoples are always amazed that I like it up there. Chevy Truck has a nice, wide place for me to sit.<br /><br />After a while we come up to a big city, with tall things sticking up out of the ground like in Hartford.<br /><br />Its name is Indianapolis.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUPgGA1QRhascWKVAziZDqez-fyHcwAD_DtnRjRwiNH175Arq54JM37ROeS0fIrHVK4jMR1VM0HhbuLpgdgx6uq8YdQgDXymGqMOc3RuzL8RDMuszyDZ0HZAl4BKHXDKuQX56vyqo29kY/s1600/9a+Indianapolis.JPEG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUPgGA1QRhascWKVAziZDqez-fyHcwAD_DtnRjRwiNH175Arq54JM37ROeS0fIrHVK4jMR1VM0HhbuLpgdgx6uq8YdQgDXymGqMOc3RuzL8RDMuszyDZ0HZAl4BKHXDKuQX56vyqo29kY/s400/9a+Indianapolis.JPEG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406273858875436210" border="0" /></a><br /><br />A couple hours later (are we in Illinois?) I see a HUGE thing coming up! What <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">is</span> it?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj-TB2FKDbbwpuxHLu5gfgZ6D9By1RETBvPeDEyFFQbsjhGd5v6zjsxBIRRLSoRQBYoegUtfwKC6W-m5-kBKRQl3jGWLPmmvallWK-m_fEd7yCqZ6vlJTqpxEZ_6BnTJXWvxCrb1d1AnE/s1600/9b+cross.JPEG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj-TB2FKDbbwpuxHLu5gfgZ6D9By1RETBvPeDEyFFQbsjhGd5v6zjsxBIRRLSoRQBYoegUtfwKC6W-m5-kBKRQl3jGWLPmmvallWK-m_fEd7yCqZ6vlJTqpxEZ_6BnTJXWvxCrb1d1AnE/s400/9b+cross.JPEG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406274064900707858" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The afternoon wears on. Suddenly we are over water. People #2 says that it is called Mississippi, and it is a VERY big river.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSwpGVPf_3KblLjWtuQAHSlYNZHhcSCNTbXqWXR2GfrF2L8SgDyDTHoTz05-qk57u2rKSTr_8YoWwUgNvzeVI9spJvmp5YeDQhebbnHcK4iM2hshryUURuMnfT69PNjGzNPK1wXu0S_nI/s1600/9cMississippi.JPEG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSwpGVPf_3KblLjWtuQAHSlYNZHhcSCNTbXqWXR2GfrF2L8SgDyDTHoTz05-qk57u2rKSTr_8YoWwUgNvzeVI9spJvmp5YeDQhebbnHcK4iM2hshryUURuMnfT69PNjGzNPK1wXu0S_nI/s400/9cMississippi.JPEG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406274330741211826" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Then we are in another state, which means another picture of a sign. I do not quite understand what the big deal is. This piece of dirt looks very much like the last one. At least at first.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirEL-jWkQ866Z4T3URhkOBAtvEPqnvNhTEoJbgi4kuhUsUJLVDaRY2E-5XUa1OSI8gEd_SP8su_aOdZSiFWdcqX5flRY5b835N6oaHNwhgvlJLyNfWt3ZtoIjDEbSednCOd-z0-qfxVsU/s1600/9dMissouri+sign.JPEG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirEL-jWkQ866Z4T3URhkOBAtvEPqnvNhTEoJbgi4kuhUsUJLVDaRY2E-5XUa1OSI8gEd_SP8su_aOdZSiFWdcqX5flRY5b835N6oaHNwhgvlJLyNfWt3ZtoIjDEbSednCOd-z0-qfxVsU/s400/9dMissouri+sign.JPEG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406275164239358210" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Just north of St. Louis, both my Peoples get excited. They see a big place at the side of the road where they sell Airstreams. My Peoples buy their first Airstream from this company in 1998, from a different location. They often talk about visiting the new store, but I am glad they never do. I like my Airstream #2, thank you very much!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt2o1ifxoSlQ6KOAD1o7bBJOUphkz3qnn198ABvQZqVgpWh6Jygox1BLItSRw4YLYjaiI1X5V08lY37Pr914oDWjaCyKIVbIG8-WR1NmMjf4R4dGpKOjpXH-2ofngcn0iCXDLpFQLjmdI/s1600/9e+Bill+Thomas.JPEG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt2o1ifxoSlQ6KOAD1o7bBJOUphkz3qnn198ABvQZqVgpWh6Jygox1BLItSRw4YLYjaiI1X5V08lY37Pr914oDWjaCyKIVbIG8-WR1NmMjf4R4dGpKOjpXH-2ofngcn0iCXDLpFQLjmdI/s400/9e+Bill+Thomas.JPEG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406275438944210706" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Here is another river. This one's name is Missouri.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLWp8lXDVyK30IuISew8yibZgOjrnXWVT2verYxo_HKrPczj_MnSPGK-0ov9P5Pq_3iEmSGNn_dyTqhddiTz2o1kvY5tpn7fbYYDUvaoy46TFWD2BU5rOu2QYWJzogTKZNSbeGJ3_Ub2w/s1600/9fMissouri+river.JPEG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLWp8lXDVyK30IuISew8yibZgOjrnXWVT2verYxo_HKrPczj_MnSPGK-0ov9P5Pq_3iEmSGNn_dyTqhddiTz2o1kvY5tpn7fbYYDUvaoy46TFWD2BU5rOu2QYWJzogTKZNSbeGJ3_Ub2w/s400/9fMissouri+river.JPEG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406275678679020578" border="0" /></a><br /><br />All these new names to remember!<br /><br />We get across the state and arrive in Kansas City. We go to the Kansas side and finally stop for the night, in nearby Merriam. This is where we stay for three weeks before going to Hartford. We leave Airstream here while we are in Connecticut.<br /><br />We are so glad to see Airstream again! Back to familiar surroundings. (No more Motel 6's!)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6YMOvLzCVBCbaNpCpiPWUuLLXPIDJLj-vZmEiCKWpNKvlZZ_SJw7j9Jp7BvTbp6bGA1Z0uCb0pHhD2psYN5PLPS4yQ0jZIf9LUBbh41sNCUhL6AVelDabPfQAKL-DW_i31zHnF96UElM/s1600/9gKC.JPEG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6YMOvLzCVBCbaNpCpiPWUuLLXPIDJLj-vZmEiCKWpNKvlZZ_SJw7j9Jp7BvTbp6bGA1Z0uCb0pHhD2psYN5PLPS4yQ0jZIf9LUBbh41sNCUhL6AVelDabPfQAKL-DW_i31zHnF96UElM/s400/9gKC.JPEG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406275952444743634" border="0" /></a><br />If you look closely you can see People #1 getting us ready to leave the next morning.<br /><br />To be continued: Day #3!Ruperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13107223253977886926noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588175096064569351.post-33346785419895296582009-11-18T11:17:00.000-08:002009-11-18T11:51:03.511-08:00I have a LOT to say on Wednesday!!I take a short break from telling you about our cross-country trip last Spring, so I can talk about NOW.<br /><br />It is Wednesday and many cats are wordless. Why? I always have a lot to say, especially on Wednesdays!<br /><br />For example:<br /><br />Airstream is now parked in Tempe, Arizona. People #2's work takes us to many different places.<br /><br />It is late November and the kitties in cyberspace talk about being cold. Well, I am NOT cold here.<br /><br />People #2 says we are in the desert. Isn't this a special treat after dinner? I need to tell him that he is saying it wrong.<br /><br />I like to jump into People #2's lap while he sits in front of the computer. Well, truth be told I do not actually JUMP up -- this would be far too undignified -- but I stretch my front paws up onto his legs to let him know that a visitation is imminent.<br /><br />People #2 reaches down with both hands and pulls me up, supporting me near the back legs. He makes sure not to squeeze me, because I tend to screech bloody murder if I am squeezed.<br /><br />(Another secret: I am a big cat who looks really tough but actually I have a very high meow.)<br /><br />I sit on his lap and enjoy having my head scratched for a minute. But then it is time for treats! Stop the scratching and get busy with the vittles already!<br /><br />Then People #1, who sits right next to People #2 with <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">his</span> computer, brings out a pencil and lays it on the counter. Now it is time to play with that.<br /><br />I reach out an exploratory paw and push the pencil. Sometimes I grab it with my teeth. Whatever I do, the end result is the same: PENCIL ON FLOOR.<br /><br />Objective achieved. <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Now</span> what?<br /><br />I am bored, and jump off People #2's lap.<br /><br />I go back to sleep on the couch. Here's a shot of me here in Tempe.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXEF5GlfpzIlVVKx9GqbupX-4Lic9fcp9YyCumJPeLG6YxTIct8Xin_AulB90mTXR2mFwfWSk3okiakqOekYNQP7cJqm7s8qV0yXmeZ4W7f-a-yHf1I-IPYCMmj53AOWU_kfLL1uEtdng/s1600/Rupert+in+Tempe+AZ.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXEF5GlfpzIlVVKx9GqbupX-4Lic9fcp9YyCumJPeLG6YxTIct8Xin_AulB90mTXR2mFwfWSk3okiakqOekYNQP7cJqm7s8qV0yXmeZ4W7f-a-yHf1I-IPYCMmj53AOWU_kfLL1uEtdng/s400/Rupert+in+Tempe+AZ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405525875804228258" border="0" /></a><br /><br />See the thing named "Mobile Home" through Airstream's window? The Peoples that live in it have been fixing their porch. They finally stop hammering on it a couple days ago. Thank you.<br /><br />Now let me tell you about our neighbors behind us. This will excite me for a minute.<br /><br />People #2 tells me that Airstream is at an "RV Park". It looks just like all the other ones with this name. Other boxes -- not as pretty as Airstream -- are parked nearby.<br /><br />RV Park has a brick wall separating it from what Peoples call Trailer Park on the other side. That place is not as nice as RV Park.<br /><br />They have the same last name. Are they in the same family?<br /><br />Here is a picture of Airstream where she sits now.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_JNpwfWYM9XXUqagsr67tZpEeHOi_6R7fY51DKR1aYZzA03u3ZxskpShpijCa3VpwvUalyHkOSX95MYDyvzdPRFQ1GOxXmZ3b9S9zPAqSJF3dkuWEE-PPq7i6gmj37Lu5ESdlf6c0E-M/s1600/Airstream+in+Tempe+AZ.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_JNpwfWYM9XXUqagsr67tZpEeHOi_6R7fY51DKR1aYZzA03u3ZxskpShpijCa3VpwvUalyHkOSX95MYDyvzdPRFQ1GOxXmZ3b9S9zPAqSJF3dkuWEE-PPq7i6gmj37Lu5ESdlf6c0E-M/s400/Airstream+in+Tempe+AZ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405527228615279154" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Behind her are the Peoples who live right behind us in Trailer Park. They have a dog.<br /><br />A small, yappy dog who never shuts up!<br /><br />You do not believe me? Here is the video to prove it:<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1vtKWqE0b00&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1vtKWqE0b00&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />Every time my Peoples open Airstream's windows, I have to listen to this dog. But then it gets hot and the Peoples close the windows and turn on the air conditioning. I do not hear the dog any more, hooray!<br /><br />It makes me miss our dog Ringo, who never barks unless you ask him to.<br /><br />Ringo going away is another story. I save up all these stories since January.<br /><br />You are in for a TREAT. Speaking of....is it lap time again?<br /><br />Well, I use a lot of words on Wednesday. I hope you are okay with that.Ruperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13107223253977886926noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588175096064569351.post-62686326144697781652009-11-17T13:58:00.000-08:002009-11-17T17:51:43.562-08:00My Trip Across The Country: May 4-9, 2009: DAY #1Just when I think I cannot hide under the bedcovers at the corporate apartment in Hartford another day, we leave.<br /><br />I am MORE than ready to go home to The Woods. I need to be outside! I can hardly remember what this is like. I am not allowed outdoors for six weeks now.<br /><br />I do not meow (<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">too</span> much) when People #2 puts me on the passenger seat of the truck. I know that I will get home....eventually.<br /><br />People #2 takes videos of the scenery flashing by. Especially when we come to places with different names. He likes to photograph the welcome signs on something called "States". I do not know what the big deal is -- you see one sign, you see them all.<br /><br />Watching the scenery makes me dizzy sometimes. But it is not so bad when I sit up on the dashboard looking back, towards People #2. He usually says something nice to me, like what a cool and brave traveler I am.<br /><br />Here are some still shots from THE VIDEO.<br /><br />Yes, my fellow Pawpers, if I cannot be famous in Hollywood maybe I can be famous here, on The Kitty Blogs!<br /><br />I milk this for all it is worth, and then some. I may spread these freeze-frames over a few days. So it is like you are with me the whole way across the country!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">HERE WE GO!</span><br /><br />On the morning of May 4th, we leave the corporate apartment and drive down Big Noisy Road. Here we see downtown Hartford, where People #2 recently works.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdhLPCfAG-xOx3jqp7aaXz0MKOfIgomY_QCh-CB468kH_0XFdqT7EmZO93WmZFUG1b2lsg66eE11koQrR4zPmStn8HsyKFZed4OqD2V0kv-fgngTKeUOa3MgsvCzkyzyHiN4tYj5-KHr0/s1600/Hartford.JPEG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdhLPCfAG-xOx3jqp7aaXz0MKOfIgomY_QCh-CB468kH_0XFdqT7EmZO93WmZFUG1b2lsg66eE11koQrR4zPmStn8HsyKFZed4OqD2V0kv-fgngTKeUOa3MgsvCzkyzyHiN4tYj5-KHr0/s400/Hartford.JPEG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405249931439952226" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I sleep. It starts to rain as we cross the border into a place called New York State. There goes People #2 with his video camera again.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfjm_eH8tTNsZ8algsy4jTgJNxfALzZAYg7RscsdGCopg4OAb1sHvKtzNDcTqvc16cYhk7R5yYcaNFdOlO5et8eH_bE0e9WlzdCUCIHxaHur7W5s0thbMVK6qNHkNzfn1kkcPEZpPH4vY/s1600/2NY+sign.JPEG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfjm_eH8tTNsZ8algsy4jTgJNxfALzZAYg7RscsdGCopg4OAb1sHvKtzNDcTqvc16cYhk7R5yYcaNFdOlO5et8eH_bE0e9WlzdCUCIHxaHur7W5s0thbMVK6qNHkNzfn1kkcPEZpPH4vY/s400/2NY+sign.JPEG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405250142364169634" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I ask, "Are we home yet?"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGYSwx9WrdI8AXcJvtW4l_8LpCg3l20zyvGhlUsHl2zkqoQWWnpF8TExbBAsv6Ju9xaO3EDYMBhFvQ-vUrIHwdrqer1OZTiR7HjbOym90xD0wNSLacaWjzDEwDNaM2OyHfI_Ic5rvPVN8/s1600/3Ru+NY.JPEG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGYSwx9WrdI8AXcJvtW4l_8LpCg3l20zyvGhlUsHl2zkqoQWWnpF8TExbBAsv6Ju9xaO3EDYMBhFvQ-vUrIHwdrqer1OZTiR7HjbOym90xD0wNSLacaWjzDEwDNaM2OyHfI_Ic5rvPVN8/s400/3Ru+NY.JPEG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405250429094783490" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Ringo says, "No, Rupert. Try to be patient like ME!"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheouOo8hXJ6hD4ZyWrnHqz2AwyQiR4d2Se78_lEbI8HZpYh9OwAcxp_3Hv_gilxXPUC9EXEjWzF5nYK_ylKYihszSMJAYOBvrNPUbdqw8rD9bNrbsuqxvJAcb4i-FkTJFEWqfUA0yQyd0/s1600/4Ringo+NY.JPEG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheouOo8hXJ6hD4ZyWrnHqz2AwyQiR4d2Se78_lEbI8HZpYh9OwAcxp_3Hv_gilxXPUC9EXEjWzF5nYK_ylKYihszSMJAYOBvrNPUbdqw8rD9bNrbsuqxvJAcb4i-FkTJFEWqfUA0yQyd0/s400/4Ringo+NY.JPEG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405253153894868242" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />People #2 sees a truck pass by and he starts to laugh. He whips out his video camera and takes movies of it. What's so funny about this truck anyhow?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh-AegkemzvG-whPTkd5zjoB8AT8OEYuHH2rFl05v5skPJ62S2-djwT_35X2tpUxs6RoZtushzi3ghB7UdTuRArHjCq3HoberTKEjHhnpZSYmIihNVc5aoLRKpau9fUrUNyAn8RwVzrSs/s1600/5NY+Kane+is+Able.JPEG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh-AegkemzvG-whPTkd5zjoB8AT8OEYuHH2rFl05v5skPJ62S2-djwT_35X2tpUxs6RoZtushzi3ghB7UdTuRArHjCq3HoberTKEjHhnpZSYmIihNVc5aoLRKpau9fUrUNyAn8RwVzrSs/s400/5NY+Kane+is+Able.JPEG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405253358679372034" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Later he nearly misses the Pennsylvania sign, which flashes by in a blur. (Wait til you see the video! (which I post after I show you all the pictures).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigH9k2YPLTmzlgFfDD7RX0iu72F9fjDXATS-9HbsnT9jKvK_4THEPycATk5xkJ4My0B9X3Bjx5Jow6j7xds0iPdGTXPzZcHEtvXVK1zNgCogVtmfvftS6iNrW4FLWsd3RGcB3miq2Uitc/s1600/6PA+sign.JPEG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigH9k2YPLTmzlgFfDD7RX0iu72F9fjDXATS-9HbsnT9jKvK_4THEPycATk5xkJ4My0B9X3Bjx5Jow6j7xds0iPdGTXPzZcHEtvXVK1zNgCogVtmfvftS6iNrW4FLWsd3RGcB3miq2Uitc/s400/6PA+sign.JPEG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405253538467378354" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Many hours pass. When the sun is low in the sky, we cross over into Ohio.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidBjt4OQq2bvBVI9MfdNcu4EZxsycLjVlmwDDeczi_-xHIgRAP9-kILJNReCOvdMNSlV8cJTopTNyh6sOiO2yMuBSbbwyOsuFHnGMXQwQEnohKGoiivVLuHxeDLcNQrf1t_8hMA44jc3U/s1600/7OH+welcome+sign.JPEG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidBjt4OQq2bvBVI9MfdNcu4EZxsycLjVlmwDDeczi_-xHIgRAP9-kILJNReCOvdMNSlV8cJTopTNyh6sOiO2yMuBSbbwyOsuFHnGMXQwQEnohKGoiivVLuHxeDLcNQrf1t_8hMA44jc3U/s400/7OH+welcome+sign.JPEG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405253730053776994" border="0" /></a><br /><br />In Ohio, all the trucks suddenly slow down. They usually stay in the right lane. People #1 says that the speed limit is slower for trucks, but they go a bit faster than the sign says. It is just the wrong speed for People #1 to manuever around them!<br /><br />A couple hours later, we finally stop for the night at a Motel 6 just north of Columbus.<br /><br />The room smells bad. Then my Peoples are very upset when they find bedbugs! They tell me not to say anything about the sheets in this blog except that they are NOT clean.<br /><br />End of Day #1. Come back tomorrow for the next installment!Ruperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13107223253977886926noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588175096064569351.post-34668993245278804112009-11-16T10:00:00.000-08:002009-11-16T10:43:38.809-08:00Spring Road Trip ContinuedNow I tell you about our time in Hartford.<br /><br />We are there in late April. Two things happen that scare a lot of Peoples. I see this on something they call "Idiot Box" which is in the corporate apartment we stay in for two weeks.<br /><br />My Peoples do not think I understand Idiot Box but I actually <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">do</span>. Please keep my secret!<br /><br />We do not stay in Airstream (where there is no Idiot Box) in Hartford, because there is no convenient place to park her. People #1 says that the Northeast is not "RV-friendly", whatever that means.<br /><br />So we stay in another corporate apartment. Back to the strange noises coming from the walls and ceiling!<br /><br />I like the carpet and I like sitting on top of the couch. I dig my claws into it when my Peoples leave. Shhh, please do not tell!<br /><br />My Peoples spend a lot of time sitting in front of Idiot Box, watching the images flicker on the screen and listening to the blare of Peoples voices. I sit on the back of the couch and pretend to ignore it. Just like I do with the dog.<br /><br />Idiot Box is like a computer on steroids. Very noisy and obnoxious.<br /><br />Anyway, the first scary news is this thing called Swine Flu. In April the story just gets bigger and bigger. I am very sensitive to Peoples' tone of voice, and the ones inside Idiot Box sound more and more scared as the days go by.<br /><br />It is almost as though they LIKE being scared. Are they bored too?<br /><br />I wish they call it "Piggy Flu", which reminds me of the story I hear about these pigs in their houses made of straw, wood and brick.<br /><br />The other scary news is more local to Hartford. Suddenly Peoples find dead microbes in the water supply! They are little animals in the water which die and leave their skeletons behind. However they are supposed to NOT be harmful to Peoples.<br /><br />I am offended that they say nothing about if it is harmful to cats. What are we, chopped liver? (mmm...that makes me hungry!)<br /><br />So why do the Peoples in the Idiot Box scare everybody?<br /><br />I do not like bad news so I hide under the covers a lot, just like in L.A. in the video. I do not have pictures of the bed in Hartford because a lump is a lump is a lump. If you see one you see them all.<br /><br />The water scare lasts for a week. Finally the microbes go away. Bye-bye dead skeletons!<br /><br />Finally we leave. I actually do not hate going back inside the truck so much this time. It means something new to see somewhere down the road! But of course I pretend to be upset. I have an image to maintain, you know.<br /><br />People #2 puts me in the truck. Then People #1 brings out the dog. As Ringo jumps in the back seat, I look at him with just the slightest hint of contempt. Just to keep up appearances.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKCGUMks8UFg0-Eoi8pmn2luGFqWlDooKfoMD6goF-NNSsV9i7HWoAIaUfcYY-YrKWCxtmTpA9z9OWzGiJymyf_Mw5kWU40q7-18ManY-3rhHV7qcI6v_cqx-H1oodqQ1NCAJaZnH7oNI/s1600/rupert+leaving+hartford.JPEG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKCGUMks8UFg0-Eoi8pmn2luGFqWlDooKfoMD6goF-NNSsV9i7HWoAIaUfcYY-YrKWCxtmTpA9z9OWzGiJymyf_Mw5kWU40q7-18ManY-3rhHV7qcI6v_cqx-H1oodqQ1NCAJaZnH7oNI/s400/rupert+leaving+hartford.JPEG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404767474920099458" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />The view of the parking lot through the open door makes me curious but not enough to jump out. But a fellow can dream.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsxX6F3JddLWJVnUADO4ZddBdvZ3F0JqK3w4AGEsHlBgU9kXZsrtIq1BweO06t6UXO-AwMtnqxIu0MigP_vbBJRx1oWUyYo0M37GFXxmzFezbMUeRdS2q7iDSSp9C9aCPx4TiAlQPHlhc/s1600/rupert+leaving+hartford2.JPEG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsxX6F3JddLWJVnUADO4ZddBdvZ3F0JqK3w4AGEsHlBgU9kXZsrtIq1BweO06t6UXO-AwMtnqxIu0MigP_vbBJRx1oWUyYo0M37GFXxmzFezbMUeRdS2q7iDSSp9C9aCPx4TiAlQPHlhc/s400/rupert+leaving+hartford2.JPEG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404768177694986994" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />My People close the doors and we are moving! I am on People #2's lap and put my front paws on the windowsill. I am kind of glad to see Hartford in the rear-view mirror.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjWhbe0GiovqgniToHQR3MKxEvxv8VvWy18ard9Dh4Z7gLCkUYXT76ORyjzx0rsSAYg3gmmMpxh0gsqZrACjgRg7vcNS2bKJbG1DKjUz9mSBi9BsXiIjCVeXvsm8RxKBh3kqAjKU4gSXk/s1600/rupert+rearview+mirror+hartford.JPEG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjWhbe0GiovqgniToHQR3MKxEvxv8VvWy18ard9Dh4Z7gLCkUYXT76ORyjzx0rsSAYg3gmmMpxh0gsqZrACjgRg7vcNS2bKJbG1DKjUz9mSBi9BsXiIjCVeXvsm8RxKBh3kqAjKU4gSXk/s400/rupert+rearview+mirror+hartford.JPEG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404768382872014578" border="0" /></a><br /><br />What's next? Our trip all the way back across the country, home to The Woods!Ruperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13107223253977886926noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588175096064569351.post-24201324895901633522009-11-14T08:29:00.000-08:002009-11-14T09:43:10.018-08:00CAT - (ching) UP!!Hello Peoples!<br /><br />This year goes by VERY fast.<br /><br />I'm a bad kitty. You can probably guess why. It's because I do not post since January!<br /><br />I try to remember all the places I go. It is very confusing. I am truly a Cat on The Road.<br /><br />I start with where I leave off, or maybe just before. Try to stay awake as I recap the year, Peoples!<br /><br />JANUARY<br />The Beach is nice in early January. No snow. But I can't go outside of this little shiny box. People #1 & #2 call it "Airstream". What a stupid name! Rupert is a good name for a cat.<br /><br />Then we go home to The Woods for a little while. It snows there. But at least I can go outside.<br /><br />Then I am put in the car AGAIN and we drive to Hollywood. I do NOT become famous. I am devastatingly disappointed. How's that for a dramatic Hollywood phrase? See, I am very talented. Oh well, it's THEIR loss!<br /><br />We stay in a huge corporate apartment. (I must admit I <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">do</span> like carpet!) I get a little more exercise waddling from room to room. I hide under the covers of the gigantic bed, as you see in the video from previous post.<br /><br />I'll let you in on a little secret. I hide under the covers of these corporate apartments mostly because I do not like the strange noises coming out of the ceiling and the walls. I cannot identify them, so they scare me.<br /><br />When I am not scared I am bored.<br /><br />FEBRUARY<br />We go back to The Woods. More snow. I like being outdoors even when it's cold. Much better than being warm and a Kitty-Potato indoors!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXkDCoVbEU_6-fJSGeNb1FKTxDtl7u8NNwWk55eRZNyzWIoXbAmeb-7rSE32NRJ1EEHtW75qwRU_mpprVy-UNNyBk9t4-5Ije1p0slhHY0BV_-JZEtzCTfnQGZmijBhQYHucLe3J1u7Qg/s1600-h/rupert+going+outside+snow1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXkDCoVbEU_6-fJSGeNb1FKTxDtl7u8NNwWk55eRZNyzWIoXbAmeb-7rSE32NRJ1EEHtW75qwRU_mpprVy-UNNyBk9t4-5Ije1p0slhHY0BV_-JZEtzCTfnQGZmijBhQYHucLe3J1u7Qg/s400/rupert+going+outside+snow1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404013393032604978" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSAp2Mr1Z0ZjXcfytF9XJzOTQzNBkmoOopEsjgtjJMUYI1rsFBJBlmksdVl2m3XdUro6Od75jEBgvcxM3eJdc_Y88jeWphOQXIohGjWpvmwDfHFE3gVQXhT3mBAqL7ij_PV3Xa8IyWkbk/s1600-h/rupert+snow+barn.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSAp2Mr1Z0ZjXcfytF9XJzOTQzNBkmoOopEsjgtjJMUYI1rsFBJBlmksdVl2m3XdUro6Od75jEBgvcxM3eJdc_Y88jeWphOQXIohGjWpvmwDfHFE3gVQXhT3mBAqL7ij_PV3Xa8IyWkbk/s400/rupert+snow+barn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404012422383057890" border="0" /></a><br /><br />But sometimes it is nice to be warm indoors. (Yes, I can change my mind!) It is warmer this winter inside Airstream. The winter before it is cold in the Music Room, attached to the barn.<br /><br />People #1 hides under blankets sort of like I do. But it's pretty warm on top of the stove too.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrXeaTa3Eqd4qO__iQEmMLFiNff9cVwXlPuyTXhG8tIQODqqxWzUNKBnHz4MdbLaHjTZrtmVFWv6NsSxyTin7uBiZYIWnxEn5S_nJTEfZ69Jg0T5e3gTRjT2YVDQWtLy680gEuncRqljE/s1600-h/james+nap5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrXeaTa3Eqd4qO__iQEmMLFiNff9cVwXlPuyTXhG8tIQODqqxWzUNKBnHz4MdbLaHjTZrtmVFWv6NsSxyTin7uBiZYIWnxEn5S_nJTEfZ69Jg0T5e3gTRjT2YVDQWtLy680gEuncRqljE/s400/james+nap5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404013404881190530" border="0" /></a><br /><br />In this picture we still have that darn dog. But he is gone now. I must tell you about that later.<br /><br /><br />MARCH<br />Still in The Woods, hooray. The white stuff goes away and the grass comes. I LOVE EATING GRASS.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirtIHK3Tx4Utdq5LG1rtB6QzjRWcrqNWBwUvjKAzRgGN4L_GEqB-pHmwPl3MjXcfNJLA1LEWfMXCJGfpw_gVzQvaxV2yUA_j06BbcdhABf3FAaO7ouIGrzg3ErQeUirMndE_TnbWoS8Ts/s1600-h/rupert+meadow.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirtIHK3Tx4Utdq5LG1rtB6QzjRWcrqNWBwUvjKAzRgGN4L_GEqB-pHmwPl3MjXcfNJLA1LEWfMXCJGfpw_gVzQvaxV2yUA_j06BbcdhABf3FAaO7ouIGrzg3ErQeUirMndE_TnbWoS8Ts/s400/rupert+meadow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404013396372829106" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Just when I start to think that we stop traveling, we leave again!<br /><br />I hide under the bed but People #1 drags me out. Then he takes me out of Airstream. I know what's coming next!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb4RR4vvicgO0VVH9c2n-B7ZuwlACI0QkcenkLvoLaVnAz24jGPXaUppvacpCUEMUKH-BX72t_SdmcSnNSwWktsr8rUpUJMEJLuHyuRe61QBpcoL_VGILROl5y9h4CSjTtfFtdv_J3eS4/s1600-h/ru+leaving+airstream.JPEG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb4RR4vvicgO0VVH9c2n-B7ZuwlACI0QkcenkLvoLaVnAz24jGPXaUppvacpCUEMUKH-BX72t_SdmcSnNSwWktsr8rUpUJMEJLuHyuRe61QBpcoL_VGILROl5y9h4CSjTtfFtdv_J3eS4/s400/ru+leaving+airstream.JPEG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404013412906526498" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Yes folks, you guessed it! They put me in the truck. OH NO! I know what this means. Long days of movement, roaring whooshing noise from the truck and sitting in People #2's lap. No food, water or litter box when I want it. Just a lot of bouncing around and harsh sunlight.<br /><br />Sometimes we stop, and People #2 carries me into Airstream. (What a stupid name!) and I fill up or get rid of. Or both. 'Nuff said 'bout that!<br /><br />Oh did I mention that Rupert is a good name for a cat?<br /><br />We drive and drive and drive and drive!<br /><br />Two days after we leave The Woods (I think it's March 29th), we are somewhere in the middle of Nebraska. People #1 & #2 decide to stop at a McDonald's for lunch.<br /><br />Yum, I like meat! But they're mean and don't give me any. In fact, they don't even let me go inside Airstream. They make me stay in the truck. SO WHAT if I just ate a few hours earlier? I might want a nibble!<br /><br />We pull into the McDonald's parking lot. People #1 has to go inside Airstream. Then People #2 takes videos of People #1 coming out of Airstream. He says it's "artful". I don't THINK so!<br /><br />Here are a series of still shots from the video. It's like a little story:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><br />People #1 is locking Airstream's door. I SEE HIM!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6E2vG9tw_CrihcRFTQzinHmrmgwzLrWfdvlw7Pm5itbMR_pAPuQBN6BZnL0wdOO4uzwlupdJQni12iFmPgcCYbkrLAb-lDjfCkr2XdDYRMGTJRqOLumCpaq4_bHKWcysAF6XHgp2fvc0/s1600-h/ru+wendys1.JPEG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6E2vG9tw_CrihcRFTQzinHmrmgwzLrWfdvlw7Pm5itbMR_pAPuQBN6BZnL0wdOO4uzwlupdJQni12iFmPgcCYbkrLAb-lDjfCkr2XdDYRMGTJRqOLumCpaq4_bHKWcysAF6XHgp2fvc0/s400/ru+wendys1.JPEG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404013415658242610" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><br />He's coming!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ0GRzkILp2Xuo9iY8O7KZgR0jhRUQowtZg_zVn76Lu5wlJ7xcnGqjb57Sk1AsHoMfXDfSgOsg27YVLurK_uDgQRoeaNnbY-t0Y39cq7O2xUFWjANN8UVbxbyb9inv5gTUBHLFYu3cjoU/s1600-h/ru+wendys2.JPEG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ0GRzkILp2Xuo9iY8O7KZgR0jhRUQowtZg_zVn76Lu5wlJ7xcnGqjb57Sk1AsHoMfXDfSgOsg27YVLurK_uDgQRoeaNnbY-t0Y39cq7O2xUFWjANN8UVbxbyb9inv5gTUBHLFYu3cjoU/s400/ru+wendys2.JPEG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404014516286359858" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><br />I watch intently as he comes closer...<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCzuaJ5pBCxd5b7cPuNiuj6o_DWWhCPuhsgTt-_hVrNCTDklQXoZzD9U7rbsMdL_h_Y1efr-aAUR1bin00BPNRCZ-8_m3kU9E229FGcsQMTuH_N-IWBR6XJ8CBYA-c6ImkDY-0u9E-Trk/s1600-h/ru+wendys3.JPEG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCzuaJ5pBCxd5b7cPuNiuj6o_DWWhCPuhsgTt-_hVrNCTDklQXoZzD9U7rbsMdL_h_Y1efr-aAUR1bin00BPNRCZ-8_m3kU9E229FGcsQMTuH_N-IWBR6XJ8CBYA-c6ImkDY-0u9E-Trk/s400/ru+wendys3.JPEG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404014522061782610" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Why is he sticking his finger in my face? I'll go ahead and sniff it, very nonchalantly of course.</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg188jECO9eE-xhqI6BkBlvN19YGNsVDczeM-4i68-ekv1Qdy7FUq_PQIpJj1s81VlX0YHmMRpcrEkrXZ4sET2ZXFfpWTx-jd402sbjUBYDBLGoVuWryvBPVkUll5zW9k84hgpdol1pmKI/s1600-h/ru+wendys4.JPEG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg188jECO9eE-xhqI6BkBlvN19YGNsVDczeM-4i68-ekv1Qdy7FUq_PQIpJj1s81VlX0YHmMRpcrEkrXZ4sET2ZXFfpWTx-jd402sbjUBYDBLGoVuWryvBPVkUll5zW9k84hgpdol1pmKI/s400/ru+wendys4.JPEG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404014525845833170" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><br />Okay, I admit that I'm a sucker for a kiss!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5HjRZe6ja4h3oUzr5Ta1kdyU_zxcMrj2Ur4Ra2gcBY5XGEhpJt8q26FlpJljVPPmi4BgchZLlWSiMCH12AlpGvkC0uqDIHlanwFjtq2FvsFrJ-nyppYG5Y5ov3eueSbvPj_IJ93pceV4/s1600-h/ru+wendys5.JPEG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5HjRZe6ja4h3oUzr5Ta1kdyU_zxcMrj2Ur4Ra2gcBY5XGEhpJt8q26FlpJljVPPmi4BgchZLlWSiMCH12AlpGvkC0uqDIHlanwFjtq2FvsFrJ-nyppYG5Y5ov3eueSbvPj_IJ93pceV4/s400/ru+wendys5.JPEG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404014529713792434" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Where are you GOING? Don't walk away!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY4FlbdvXHkT6MVYHcfSTRcK2YjKD7_AYgKQS9_NlLzlw4CK85bJnPMgADqmFeMErh3Sy_9wX9PI5l3zsfFRQypZzlZOR7js4h5zKrKSb3A9PpQitLBj-ILuD7t-rEbrj0eHF665I367Q/s1600-h/ru+wendys6.JPEG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY4FlbdvXHkT6MVYHcfSTRcK2YjKD7_AYgKQS9_NlLzlw4CK85bJnPMgADqmFeMErh3Sy_9wX9PI5l3zsfFRQypZzlZOR7js4h5zKrKSb3A9PpQitLBj-ILuD7t-rEbrj0eHF665I367Q/s400/ru+wendys6.JPEG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404014537007622066" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />They leave me for a few minutes. They come back with a white bag which smells like chicken. They are rude and don't share. Okay, I'll go back to sleep!<br /><br />A few hours later we stop overnight. Still in Nebraska I think. It is an endless piece of real estate.<br /><br />The next afternoon we are finally in Missouri, only a couple hours from our destination which is called "Kansas City". Sometimes I like to ride on the dashboard to get a better view.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxWAJDYSp0aYTOyMXTVUbMJvos-iDkkyoOS4-ZikOIti5pnGdFvvh2dAOIjV0yhJ3QA09JRf9SLPOwNftmxmbcnoBoJsiGYolsJIaWil5oeGDJH7ENXEzC0tXzwMZZBLUeIMyUlhEO6zw/s1600-h/ru+in+missouri.JPEG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxWAJDYSp0aYTOyMXTVUbMJvos-iDkkyoOS4-ZikOIti5pnGdFvvh2dAOIjV0yhJ3QA09JRf9SLPOwNftmxmbcnoBoJsiGYolsJIaWil5oeGDJH7ENXEzC0tXzwMZZBLUeIMyUlhEO6zw/s400/ru+in+missouri.JPEG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404015588478493938" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I always try to look handsome in my pictures but you can sort of tell that I'm OVER this whole thing.<br /><br />This is enough cat-(ch) up for now.<br /><br />I promise not to wait ten months to post again. I have more interesting travel pictures to share!Ruperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13107223253977886926noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588175096064569351.post-42868985277575592902009-01-30T16:00:00.000-08:002009-01-30T16:28:35.750-08:00Traveling CatMEOWS to all my feline friends, and many thanks for your good wishes after my surgery last month!<br /><br />I am now fully recovered and wait for my fur to grow back. People #1 says that the "asymmetrical look" is back in fashion but I am not so sure. I think I look a little strange.<br /><br />It's one of those things where you have to see me "in cat" in order to appreciate. This picture doesn't do it justice, but People #2 insists on documenting it here.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3535/3239325897_e85b37f9dd.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 407px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3535/3239325897_e85b37f9dd.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Since last month I am one busy cat. I sure travel a lot! I go from the beach to the valley and then back home to the mountains. I stay in the trailer all that time and it is home.<br /><br />People #2 puts my food bowl on a ledge in the trailer shower so the dog doesn't help himself to my precious snacks.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3527/3236453709_3001cd1a43_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 409px; height: 346px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3527/3236453709_3001cd1a43_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />But now I am in a corporate apartment in LA-LA land.<br /><br />I am confused.<br /><br />I do not like corporate apartments. They are big, unfamiliar spaces. They smell funny. There are strange noises in the walls and the ceilings.<br /><br />I am bored with the sound of the idiot box. We don't have one at home.<br /><br />But my People have it on almost all the time, so I think that they are bored, too.<br /><br />My favorite thing to do in corporate apartments is hide under the bedcovers. People #2 is amazed that I can breathe under there. No problem, dude. I can stay there for hours on end.<br /><br />Sometimes I come out and lounge on the smaller sofa in the livingroom while my People sit on the larger one. We all watch the idiot box and marvel at all the commercials about fitness, training machines, weight loss programs and even reduction surgery that are so popular here in Southern California. It is a very strange place.<br /><br />The dog is here too. We have minimal contact. I pretty much ignore him, except when he gets too close to my face. Then I either I reach out with my claws or we touch noses. I like being unpredictable!<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mpYZ9vWTPDo&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mpYZ9vWTPDo&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />I hear my People talking about going home on Monday. I look forward to being able to go outside. It has been a long winter indoors!Ruperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13107223253977886926noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588175096064569351.post-41267145273359815092008-12-25T20:24:00.000-08:002008-12-25T20:27:14.303-08:00Waiting for Christmas Dinner!I get back from the V-E-T several ounces thinner from all the fur that THEY shave off me, and I thank the Cat Goddess that THEY finally take that darn tube out of my neck.<br /><br />Merry Christmas! The only present I get this year is something THEY take away. Whatever -- it's a blessing in any case. I'm feeling so much better now!<br /><br />Twice a day, People #1 keeps sticking another tube into the corner of my mouth. At least it doesn't stay there long. It spits out this nasty tasting stuff, but I take it like the mancat that I am.<br /><br />Except the few times that I manage to spit it out. Ha ha ha!<br /><br />I'm training my People to give me treats as soon as that tube is out of my mouth.<br /><br />Now I'm sitting here waiting for my special Christmas dinner. A word starting with an "h" might freeze over first.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3289/3137443060_4b75211262_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 238px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3289/3137443060_4b75211262_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />People #2 picks me up and puts me on another part of the couch while HE eats off that plate. Oh well. <br /><br />I'm a little bit annoyed but at least he pets me all the time while he's eating, and I purr in contentment, despite my best efforts to remain aloof.<br /><br />Happy-happy, All!Ruperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13107223253977886926noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588175096064569351.post-68549956462178811102008-12-19T10:53:00.000-08:002008-12-19T11:05:18.934-08:00A Challenging WeekMy People are working my nerves <span style="font-style: italic;">big-time</span> this week.<br /><br />First they bring out these noisy sticks which they blow on one end and make ugly sounds together. (They call this "recorder music".) Whatever. It's disturbing my naps in any case.<br /><br />I get out my iPod and listen to Enya's version of the song "How Much is that Kitty in the Window?" with the repeat on until they stop.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3222/3120293565_61f7a50121_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 346px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3222/3120293565_61f7a50121_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />These sticks sound like birds trapped in a cage. This gets me all excited. My People don't know if my meowing is because of wanting to eat birds (always!) or whether it's because I want them to stop playing.<br /><br />Let <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">them</span> figure it out!<br /><br />The second thing is that they take me to the dreaded V-E-T to fix this little problem with an abscess I have for a while now.<br /><br />As you cats can imagine, I do not like the V-E-T. Who does?<br /><br />My People take me out of my comfortable, tastefully-decorated Airstream space, out to the cold car, then down the noisy highway to the animal hospital. I do not like strange places. They look and smell funny and I don't like the garish institutional lighting.<br /><br />The worst part is when my People leave me with this strange person in a white coat with funny thingie hanging down her neck (which I am NOT in the mood to play with!) and then she pokes and prods me. She does pet me to try to calm me down but I am a monster.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I rule!</span><br /><br />The next thing I know I am in a cage, in a little room with a lot of cages with cats and dogs in them, and I've got this tube sticking out of me where the abcess is.<br /><br />Talk about unsightly. And definitely undignified.<br /><br />My People finally come to pick me up and I am feeling spacey from the sedative. I do not even meow to greet them. Plus, I am mad.<br /><br />People #1 sits behind that round thing in the car, twisting and turning it around, while I sit in People #2's lap on the other seat.<br /><br />I am so glad to be back in my familiar space. Now if I can only get this tube out of my neck...<br /><br />Here's a couple pics from happier times the day before:<br /><br />"So, ya wanna take my picture -- AGAIN?"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3268/3120294097_c2faa862b9_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 461px; height: 346px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3268/3120294097_c2faa862b9_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />"Okay, you can post these pictures because they're BEFORE I go to the V-E-T!!"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3124/3120294883_ae49ddebec_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 461px; height: 346px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3124/3120294883_ae49ddebec_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Ruperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13107223253977886926noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588175096064569351.post-29909030845158623632008-12-09T16:36:00.000-08:002008-12-09T16:37:44.303-08:00Bird HungerI see birds right outside my window and they look so DELICIOUS!<br /><br />Plump. Yet sleek. Tasty. Delectable.<br /><br />YUM!<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q9C3clam4SQ&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q9C3clam4SQ&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Ruperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13107223253977886926noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588175096064569351.post-70827895292449139422008-12-06T17:56:00.000-08:002008-12-06T17:58:34.659-08:00Is this FUN?People #1 likes to play with me by tickling my belly sometimes.<br /><br />Because he is Alpha Guy, I allow this. But I don't always like it. Yes I do. No I don't.<br /><br />It's tough to decide.<br /><br />On one hand the belly rubbing feels good but then I get too excited and start kicking. People #2 calls it my "bunny kicks".<br /><br />That term really helps. (Not.)<br /><br />So there's People #1 playing with me while People #2 points that metal box at me. How much can a cat take?<br /><br />It's hard to be dignified during such moments. Above all, we cats must maintain our dignity. We do NOT like being made fools of.<br /><br />But yet...I like to play and the rubbing does feel good. No it doesn't. Yes it does.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UpwHEsBzSVQ&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UpwHEsBzSVQ&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Ruperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13107223253977886926noreply@blogger.com13