Each morning for the last couple, she comes into our bedroom and stands on our heads, to look out the only window not shaded. She's quite a hoot.
This is her early this morning. She found the bookshelf in the overhead cabinets above our bed, and just had to see. WLToo quickly grabbed the camera and voila!!
"The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated." -- Mahatma Gandhi
Today was traumatic for Purrtula. First, we would not let her out first thing in the morning. Then we stuffed her in a padded box. Then the sides came into the RV, and it was much smaller. Then we started the engine. Nothing to be seen inside the box except gigantic, panic-stricken eyes.
For several hours, she'd doze, fuss, panic, fuss, doze, etc. When we stopped for lunch, we let her out, and she found a hiding place. We decided to allow her to stay there, but two miles down the road, she screamed and ran to the door steps. Spousal Unit picked her up and Purrtula willingly went back into the carrier. From then on, she only fussed when the rough road woke her up.
She's not sure what's going on, but Hawk joined us at this campground, and she's glad to lay on his chest again.
Two more days before she arrives at her new home. Quite a little kitty.
Day Two on the road: Purrtula woke us up by jumping into the bookshelf over our bed, then purring loudly. When I just rolled over, she jumped down and sat on my head while looking out the window.
When it came time to travel again, she made little fuss going into the carrier. After we got started, she had two hours of panic, fuss, doze, fuss, panic, etc., then spent most of the day sleeping on her back, with two paws sticking out of the carrier.
At the moment, she's asleep on the sofa beside Hawk, after having dispatched a moth that made the mistake of entering the RV. The Bean Pot Campground is much quieter than anywhere she's ever been, and her first couple of hours here were very confusing. No trucks, cars, or motorcycles right beside her "home." The clean smell of the woods, the damp night air -- she ran from one window to another, looking and sniffing.
When she reached her home tomorrow, a little house deep in the woods, she'll have landed in kitty heaven on earth. She deserves it.
Day three: As we got ready to move out on the final leg to her new home, Hawk left the door open before Purrtula was placed into the carrier. She saw the escape route and took it. We searched and searched, but she's gone. We finally had to depart, so that sweet kitty has been abandoned again.
Please, please help! Anyone who stops off at the Bean Pot Campground, Crossville, TN, be alert for her.
Purrtula is about 8 pounds of black and tan brindled tabby, long haired, with a white chin. Her voice is so tiny that she sounds like a bird. She goes "meep," rather than a meow. She's highly socialized, especially toward men. She preferred to be outside during the day, coming inside at night. She does not answer to her name, but did answer to "kitty, kitty" when she thought dinner was being served. When sitting outside by the RV, she would move from lap to lap, thoroughly enjoying our company and all the petting and fussing over her.
Purrtula was fed twice daily at her previous campground, and with us during transport. She may return to space 17, where we were parked, each morning and evening, looking for us and/or dinner.
If you can, please rescue her. The front office has my home and cell numbers, and I will arrange to meet you, if you are coming through Virginia, or if you are staying there a while, I'll drive there and retrieve her. If the front office has misplaced my phone numbers, please send me a PM here. Or, if you decide to keep her, please PM me and let me know.
Guilt and pain are eating me up, mixed with more than a little anger at the carelessness that led to her disappearance. This sweet cat does not deserve this.
Here are the photos we took of her, to help in identifying her:
That upside down picture is adorable. She looks like a little owl. Tell yourselves that the "escape" would've happened sooner or later, when Hawk got her home or whatever. I sure hope you get her back but if not, she'll worm herself into someone else's heart. She's a survivalist. And, well, you have bought all that cat "stuff" and you know what that means.....a trip to the animal shelter. Purrtula sounds like a very unique and personable little creature, however, and those are NOT a dime a dozen. Keep us posted.
Judy & Bud (Judy usually the one talking here)
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co-pilots, Rosie & Poquita
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