There's been some tension in my relationship with Oliver lately. It concerns his new disdain for curfew. A few weeks ago, he decided he's not interested in being locked up on the back porch for the night anymore, so he stopped coming in. I would go find him and haul him in, but then he started hiding and running from me. He was clearly communicating that he wanted to stay out all night and protect the territory.
I can't sleep when I hear the sound of cats fighting, especially when I know it's my Oliver. There have been a number nights over these weeks where I've not been able to haul him in, and he fights, fights, and fights... I wore ear plugs to bed those nights, so I didn't hear it, but come morning, his body had many cuts and scratches from the battling.
So, with this tension between us, I thought maybe a father-cat bonding experience might help. With it being a beautiful evening and a full moon, I thought what better than a camping trip with my Oliver!
The tent is setup in Oliver's yard.
After setting up the tent, I looked all over for Oliver but he was no where to be found! Brat!
Pierre comes by and checks out the setup
Then not long after Pierre's visit, Oliver stopped in
Everyone knows that camping is not camping without special yummies!
We started with the yummy snacks
When camping with a cat, it's important to pack the litter box, which he used in the night
|The moment when I told him I had forgotten to pack the toys|
Oliver was a little confused if this counted as inside-kitty time,
when technically it was taking place in his yard
I think Oliver purred all night! He so LOVES to cuddle, we cuddled nearly the entire night.
However, cuddling with an outdoor cat with razor sharp claws poses a few challenges! Ouch!
|He occasionally got up to look out the window|
I opened the door at 5:30am and he slowly worked his way out
|I think Oliver likes camping!|
|Later in the morning, Pierre came by to verify Oliver's story |
about spending the night in the big blue fort
I love that Oliver purred the entire time in the tent. He didn't view the tent as a prison, but a fun place to cuddle and be with his human. I adore this boy and so wish he could be an inside cat and give up his tough, territorial nature, but his non-stop urine marking makes that undoable. Thankfully, he didn't spray in the tent! We'll have to try this again, but next time I need to remember to pack the kitty toys!