I'M GOIN' CAMPING!
Well not really.
Truth be told, I'm not into the campin' very much.
Actually, to tell you the truth, the whole truth, and nothin' but the truth, I'm not into the campin' at all. MOUSES!
Yeah, I`m more of an enjoyin'-the-comforts-of-home kinda kitty, for sure.
But I did make a tent!
Of course, the tent happened to be on a bed, inside of a house.
And it was made of 100% cotton sheets, along with a blankie or two.
And did I mention the pillows? 'Cause there were pillows involved. Nice big fluffy ones, that had very recently been fluffed.
Like I said, I'm a kitty who enjoys the comforts of home. MOUSES!
Let me tell you, if I have to choose between a bed with pillows and sheets, and a sleepin' bag, I'm gonna choose the bed every time.
But campin' gives you a chance to get out there and enjoy the fresh air, you say.
WELL I OPENED A WINDOW.
Actually, it was the peep who opened the window, but I was the one takin' advantage of it, for sure.
And I'll tell you what else I was takin' advantage of. I was takin' advantage of the fact that no one had made the bed that day and that, my friends, is how I built my tent. My tent built out of bedsheets and blankies and pillows and things. MOUSES!
Oh yeah, I was right under the blankies and everythin'. Right in there, snug as a bug in a rug.
Only I wasn't a bug.
And I was NOT in a rug.
But there were sheets and blankies and things. Did I mention those?
Actually, there weren't any bugs. Nope, there were no bugs allowed. Not a single, solitary one.
Bugs are one of the things I don't like about campin', you see. MOUSES!
But like I was sayin', I was under those blankies, all comfy and stuff, when...
When a peep came along and started disturbin' the peace.
"Seville!" she gasped. "What are you doing under all those blankets in this terrible heat? Are you crazy? Are you confused? Are you feeling okay?"
And havin' no answer to that - other than the obvious NO, of course - I emerged from my tent, onto the tentless part of the bed, and...
And my tent?
MY TENT TOTALLY FELL DOWN. MOUSES!
Yeah, right before my very eyes, the whole thing fell down.
Like a house of cards, some might even say.
Only, no cards were involved.
Only sheets and blankies and pillows and things.
Well it's a lesson learned, I think. A learned lesson, for sure.
And let me tell you something. If I'm ever gonna go campin' again, I'm gettin' a sign. I'm gettin' a sign to put up on the door. The door to my campsite. The campsite with a bed and bedsheets and blankies and pillows and things.
And my sign is gonna say...
NO PEEPS ALLOWED.
OH, we're with you 100% on the campin' thing, Pal! But we do THAT kind of campin' sometimes, too. Our beloved angel Rani was famous for it, in fact. It's not the same since she left us, though. So we don't. And we're never gonna. So MOUSES to THAT idea! ;)ReplyDelete
Yep. That is how we camp over here. Usually in Dad's chair. No bugs, Grizelda would just eat them, anyway. I am glad you had fun, and I hope you get to do it again, too. Hugs!ReplyDelete
MOL, bannin da peeps sounds like a good plan to me!ReplyDelete
Neville, nice try on the camping idea. That does sound like a winner to use the sheets etc. to make a tent. Too bad it didn't work. Have a great day.ReplyDelete
I had a bug in my rug once, but the Mom deaded it. MOUSES!ReplyDelete
I like the idea of indoor camping - it's too crazy out there in nature!ReplyDelete
Oh no! Was it an earth quake that bought down your tent, or maybe a grizzly? Anyways, glad you made it out unscathed. Have you thought about a separate log cabin in that there bed, far more resilient and all comforts of home!ReplyDelete
Love it sure was a good read today.So sorry your tent fell down,im definitely on your side pillows,blankies and sheets so comfy and cosy.Yep you definitely need your camping site sign so you can enjoy your tent as long as you want.x🐾🐾🐾🐾😸😻💕ReplyDelete
That's the kind of camping Claire and us would enjoy, for sure ! Too bad your peep disturbed your peace in your campsite ! PurrsReplyDelete
Bwa! Haa!! Haaa!!! Seville, youmake me laugh! You also reminded me of taking Nellie (and Kozmo) camping -0 real camping, with pup tents (which are NOT made from dogs).ReplyDelete
And I hope that your Peep does NOT make the bed tomorrow, so you can build another tent!
dood...we R sorree camp ranger peep came bye & roo end yur camp trip....may bee just for that ewe SHULD get sum bugz for de bed....a few spiderz ore 90 may bee... then we bet her wood sleep on de floor ina sleepin bag.....glad lee !!!!!! ☺☺☺♥♥♥ReplyDelete
The peep disrupted your tenting adventure?! That is disappointing, Seville. I can sympathize. Mom let me sit in the tent in the backyard one time. I felt like an Arabian prince. But just when I got comfy she took me back inside.ReplyDelete
Humans RUIN everything! I mean, I bet that was the PERFECT spot from which to attack those annoying brothers of yours ... and then your Peep totally ratted you out!ReplyDelete
Your kind of camping sounds like my kind of camping. Well, the kind that doesn't involve going camping at all. My kitties like to make tents as well!ReplyDelete
Trust the peeps to disturb everything,xx SpeedyReplyDelete
I like your idea of camping, that is the only kind I would do.ReplyDelete
This just makes us sad. Hoomins!!ReplyDelete
We'd like to think we'd enjoy outdoor camping, but I think once it got to be around dinner time, we'd change our minds and want to come back into the comfortable confines of our home! Not that we'd ever know...our human refuses to let us outside to even test it out. We like making indoor tents in the stifling heat, too! Purrs from the Zee/Zoey gangReplyDelete