Camping Out at Home
Remember when you were a little kid, and the best thing about a sleep-over was getting to camp out in the living room? Well, I’m here to tell you that you can do just the same as an adult.
I say this, because I am writing to you from our second bedroom, comfortably wrapped up and floating on an air-mattress, with the kitten between us purring like a jack-hammer. Why are we camping out on a tiny air mattress when we have a much more expensive air mattress right in the next room? (AKA: Sleep Number bed?)
The vet told us we have to keep Princess Roid Rage under wraps for the next 10 days while her sutures heal, and for that we need to keep her low to the ground. We’ve moved everything out of the second bedroom that’s over 6″ tall, thinking that this would keep our newest addition happy. Unfortunately, two things happened last night: A) She figured out if she cries long enough, we will capitulate, and B) She likes to cliff-dive off of our bed. This made for swelled stitches this morning, which don’t seem to bother Jawsie in the least, but scare the hell out of her parents. (Editor’s note: Ed is still holding out hope that I will start to refer to us as “her people” or “her humans”. He got to name her Jaws? I get to name him Dad. That’s the gig.)
Fast forward to tonight, and we are camping out in the cat’s room (this statement is as ridiculous as it sounds, I know) to make sure that our wild child keeps her paws close to terra firma, and keeps our bleeding-heart wits intact (She’s like a cougar in miniature. She stands her ground and CRIES at me for getting anywhere near the door like I was murdering Santa. It’s ridiculous, but it gets me every time.)
So here’s to the start of the camping season, even if we didn’t need to drive a stake or burn a marshmallow to get started!
