Returning to our campsite last night, trying to open the RV door, we heard, ”Meow.” It’s pitch black, ”bear” country, and we hear this faint mewing.
Instinct kicked in. We got a little milk and used our best, ”Here, Kitty, Kitty,” voices. A very pretty calico came by, checking us out, wandering back and forth, and eventually hopping in the motorhome. Of course, she hopped right back out when she realized it wasn’t hers. Second attempt, I caught her and gave her shelter in my loving arms while my husband alerted the campground host.
Crisis averted. The cat belonged to the man-in-charge, and instructions were to let this beautiful, pink-collared, declawed animal back into the night. She’d find her way home.
For ten minutes I enjoyed a cat. Now I don’t have to own one. She sure was cute.