Coming Unglued -by Butch Catsidy

My staff have been engaged in a flurry of activity of late. Each day bringing a new level of unpacking stuff, strewing items all over the perch-able surfaces I typically employ, then sorting, purging, cleaning, reorganizing and repacking stuff. I have authorized this reorganization effort, even though it severely hinders the ‘me time’ I typically enjoy on the bed and in the nether regions of my escape vehicle. As a result of all my staff’s reorganization efforts, I have been forced on several occasions to resort to my tertiary perch spot, the dash, not as satisfactory as my usual choices, but passable.

I am willing to adjust my perch/nap/me time schedule as it appears we are finally getting ramped up to take this show on the road. Although I have been secreted from the cat cops in a secure hiding spot for many months, I am antsy to get on the road and find new and exciting hideouts.

My staff seem equally amped about the upcoming change of scenery we are on the cusp of. We are 2 weeks out from launching Our Ramblin Van into the world at large and the anticipation in our little living space is palpable.

My secondary human has been busily plotting a getaway route truly worthy of a first-class fugitive of the law, me. I heartily approve of the getaway route he has planned for me which will take us from the Rockies to the Gulf of America, to the wilds of Alaska and Canada, to the Artic Ocean, down the Pacific coast and back to the Rockies.

The logistics of a trip of this scale take some time to put in place. My staff have been at work for months to set circumstances in place that make living on the road feasible. Of course, it goes without saying that automatic bill pay is a friend of the nomad. No traveler wants a lapse in insurance coverage or phone service to cause issues along the way. I myself have grown quite fond of funny cat videos, Starlink is a must, and that bill needs to be paid on time.

Cats do not typically receive mail (except fan mail), but our staff do, so to manage mail, my staff has opted to join a mail service called Escapees. My staff receive notice when new mail comes into their personal mailbox, they can view the scan of the envelope and decide if they want to have the item forwarded to either a relative’s home or to wherever they find themselves or have the item shredded. They seem to like the ‘no junk mail’ benefit of this service. Cats do not understand junk mail, that is a human invention and their headache to deal with.

Getting the best price on fuel is of utmost importance to feline fugitives, after all we are relying on the financial resources of our staff for travel expenses and as I have mentioned before, good help is hard to find. My staff have found it beneficial to sign up for Open Roads and Mudflap which help them get the most miles for their limited dollars.

Making sure there is a safe place to park Our Ramblin Van every night while we’re on the move is also a staff concern, they opted to join Harvest Hosts to open up more options for ‘on the way’ stays.

Seems like they have just about everything covered that can be charted ahead of time. I’m confident at present that my staff has the plan in hand. We’ll see how it all pans out in practice. I’ll keep you posted.

Patiently Perching on the Dash,

Butch Catsidy