We have spent a lot of emotional energy recently worrying about the welfare of our pets on the road, having in the past traversed many miles in the Escape Pod, our old Class C accompanied by 2 Saints and the Black B@$*@rd (who we thought was a cat).
We had no real fears about Baby adapting to a peripatetic lifestyle, but the cats have totally exceeded any expectations we had. They have smoothly accepted this 34 foot tin box as home, and seem to be enjoying themselves thoroughly.
We've made few special accommodations for them, mainly the "Cat Banana" which is their private screened porch which hangs out the passenger window of Maya when we're parked. They have discovered their own hidey-holes and secret places, and as in the stix-n-brix, spend most of their time sleeping and the remainder racing up and down the hallway.
We can only be grateful that the cats have so graciously allowed us to change their living arrangements,without punishing us unduly.
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