To say we are old hats at this RV travel life is an understatement. Jim and I have been together 16 years and not a year has gone by where we haven’t traveled, whether on the sailboat or in our campers.

Kaelin was raised in this lifestyle and took to it like a duck to water. He would fall asleep to the rocking of the dinghy. Under the cockpit was his bed and playroom. When we camped he took his Junior Ranger duties seriously. Only the past two years has he decided to sit the trips out. And that’s okay. He’s a teenager.

Now we have two sweet loving cats to share in our adventures. How hard can traveling with cats be, I ask you. Well…. The fact that Jim and I are both sporting war wounds should answer that question.

These two feline warriors are not to be messed with. Spoiled that they are they decided that they absolutely were not going into their fancy, huge travel crates. Now these aren’t those awful plastic crates with jail bars. No, no. These are side by side large crates with plenty of mesh air vents, soft sides and can be connected so they can go from one side to the other.

Guinness was like squeezing toothpaste back into the container. I would push and his fat self would push right back. And of course he being the stronger of us got loose. It took me doing a burrito wrap around him to finally get him in. Once in, he made sounds I’ve never heard from him before. I swear, as God is my witness, he was moaning “I’m hurt, I’m hurt!!!”

At one point Jim had to take over. After all he is the Commander in Chief. The battle was won but not without wounds. One of them tried to take out my ankle and Commander Jim is nursing a wicked scratch on his belly. These two show no mercy.

Pretzel was a little easier. Only A Little! Once their heavy butts were placed in the truck, she decided on different tactics by crying incessantly while Jim was driving through Birmingham. Not an easy feat on the best day and definitely without back seat drivers

We have sent our prayers heaven bound that these two little devils, ahem, I mean angels will eventually get used to travel days. One could hope.