I was kidnapped by a renegade duo of lawless egg poachers. It was only by feline cunning and irrepressible strength of will that I am here to tell you this tail.
Greetings to my 23,417 feline followers. Mr. Monte here, resident supervisor of Serendipity Farmhouse, fearless feline, and unwilling participant in this latest RV cooking adventure. Against my will and better judgment, Chef Blondie and Old Fuzz Face physically abducted me, forcing me to join them on their first RV camping trip of the year. Let me just say—their deluded and ill-conceived antics did not bolster my faith in the ultimate survival of humanity.
Genesis of the Egg Poaching Plot
As is typical with these two elderly desperados, this episode of disorganized RV cooking began with no intention of filming. But once they pulled out their Dash Rapid Egg Cooker—a contraption they had previously tested at home—Fuzz Face got that peculiar glint in his eye, and suddenly, the camera was rolling.
I observed from my plush perch as Chef Blondie orchestrated the poaching of eggs in our cramped RV kitchen. One can only marvel at how humans struggle to function in small spaces, yet persist with enthusiasm. The morning was filled with spilled yolks, misplaced utensils, and questionable decision-making. All the while they laughed through the chaos of RV life.
The Egg Poachers Bungle their Way to Success
Despite their usual bumbling, I must admit, the final result was surprising. They produced what appeared to be mouthwatering: perfectly poached eggs, toasted English muffins, and fresh orange slices. Even I, a sophisticated predator, could appreciate their teamwork and problem-solving skills. (Though next time, I expect a plate of my own).
So, dear readers, if you revel in camping misadventures, RV cooking trials, and lighthearted camaraderie, this video is one to watch. Stay tuned—Old Fuzz Face already has ideas for a new video, which promises even more RV revelations.
Until next time, I remain your ever-observant overlord,
In this post and video, Mr. Monte reflects upon the concept of ‘ignorance is bliss’ through the lens of his experiences with Old Fuzz Face. Monte believes Fuzzy embodies true ignorance induced bliss.
“Ignorance is bliss” – Is it true?
Hi. Mister Monte here. Here’s a question for my 23,417 faithful, feline followers:
Is the adage “Ignorance is bliss” true?
After watching Old Fuzz Face move firewood today, I’m convinced that it is. – In fact, I’m convinced that Fuzzy is the most blissful human I know.
As this post and the linked video show, Fuzzy knows that there’s a problem with his method of moving wood to the shed, but because Fuzzy is Fuzzy, he just doesn’t understand how he can solve his problem.
Wood Trek – Capt. Fuzzy & the Wood Ship Cub Cadet
Captain Fuzzy starts off by discussing the effort involved in transporting wood to the woodshed. He emphasizes the distance and difficulty of the task. Despite the cold weather, he prepares for the long trip, showing his determination to complete the mission.
Old Fuzz Face expresses frustration about the long journey through rugged terrain, wishing for a quicker route while navigating through challenging landscapes. He describes the journey as lengthy and arduous. He’s concerned about the wild and rugged nature of the surroundings. Fuzzy is especially worried about having to navigate through a treacherous gully, and he knows there are even greater challenges ahead. – If only there were a a shorter and more efficient path.
Well, once again Old Fuzz Face has proven that he’s not the sharpest claw on the paw. When you watch the video you will see Fuzzy’s path from the wood pile to the woodshed.
It doesn’t take a rocket scientist or even an amazingly brilliant Maine Coon cat like me, to see the way he should have solved the problem.
Here’s the wood pile and here’s the woodshed. In Euclidean geometry, the shortest distance between two points is a straight line. This is known as the line segment connecting the two points.
My human, Old Fuzz Face, is not a problem solver. He’s a problem maker. But one must admit he’s a master of Fuzzy Math when it comes to moving firewood.
As I said before, ignorance is bliss, and Fuzzy is the most blissful human I know.
Note: Not all firewood moving events are as distressing as the one described above. See our post How to Have a Firewood Party.
Today, I’m a sad Maine Coon cat. I, the world-renowned Serendipity Farmhouse Chief of Security, am ailing. I’m really not what I used to be. Today makes me wonder if I ever really was. – I’ve got to learn how to handle a severe case of Veterinary Daze.
Hi! Mr. Monte here.
To my 23,417 faithful feline followers, I have a confession to make to you. I’m getting older. I can’t jump like I used to. And now other things have started to go awry. I tried to hide my distress from sweet Miss Blondie, but she began to notice.
The details are unimportant. The bottom line is Thursday Ol’ Fuzz Face had to take me to The Cat Cottage for the second time in a month.
I’ve seen two different vets now. They both agree that something’s going on, but they can’t put their finger on exactly what it might be. So, for right now, they’re treating the symptoms.
Pill Popper – Veterinary Daze
That’s where my severe case of Veterinary Daze comes in. Apparently, I have some kind of infection. The vet put me on antibiotics and another medication. Both of these come in pill form. That means that twice a day my two humans have to use a brutal and barbaric instrument called a pill popper or pet piller to shove two pills down my throat.
They do their best to try to sooth my feelings. And I do my best to not bite them. I see the look on their faces and they see the look on my face. – Love can be very hard sometimes.
I Cracked the Code!!!
There is a bright side to this story. Although I might not be the young cat I used to be, my cognitive abilities have increased tremendously.
I cracked the code!! I was given a little free time in the exam room. Within minutes I found a way to get to where the vets hide the tasty snacks.
Using my unique problem solving ability, I managed to forge a path to the sweet goodies in a way that lesser cats could never imagine. Here are some selfies of how I made it to the prize.
Reconnaissance
On the Alert for Intruders
Blazing the Trail
I found the prize!!
One final word for you my dear followers. No matter what you encounter in life, keep on working to find the prize. Never give up! And always remember – Love can be very hard sometimes.
Farmhouse seasons parade by my life. Often they warm me. Sometimes they chill me. Thunder can be frightening. Too many clouds darken my day. But, when you’re the farmhouse cat, you have to expect it to be like that.
Hi! Mr. Monte here.
It’s been a very long time since I’ve had the opportunity to address you, my dear 23,417 feline followers. Miss Blondie and Ol’ Fuzz Face have done their best to disrupt my quietude. And the weather has got me down.
Farmhouse Seasons – Problem #1
As to the first problem – Blondie and Fuzzy. They appear to be entering a new season in their lives. Their latest kick is that they now think they are great chefs and the whole world wants to watch them cook. They’ve even started a YouTube channel. I tried to show them how to make it all work, but they really are very slow in picking up how to do it right.
The bottom line is, they’re not paying enough attention to me. – They should know better!
Farmhouse Seasons – Problem #2
It’s winter in Virginia. I know, I know. It’s winter throughout the entire northern hemisphere. But, winter in Virginia, especially in the Piedmont, is particularly distressing. It’s fickle. No two days in a row are the same. Cold and rainy, cold and snowing – we’re right on the misery line.
– I hate living in a wintry mix!
Another thing I detest intensely is the roller coaster ride of high and low temperatures. How’s a refined feline like me supposed to know what to expect when I go out on the porch for a little relaxation? – If you take a look at just a few days in January, you’ll see just how crazy this Virginia winter weather can be.
Can you guess which day I was sitting on the wood pile soaking up the sun?
The Worst – Problem #3
Dear feline friends, this, by far, is the worst problem. And it doesn’t matter what season it might be. – If you guessed that my problem is Fuzzy, you were 100% correct.
As I established in my post How to Have a Firewood Party, Ol’ Fuzz Face is an exceptionally lazy lout, especially when it comes to moving firewood.
During these cold days, it’s absolutely essential that a feline have a warm fire burning in the wood stove. – Well, Fuzzy has been rather derelict in his duties.
In the picture here, you’ll see that I finally coerced him to move some wood. He’s the lazy lout in the red circle. – I had to bite him three times on the ankle to finally get him to do his job.
As I said before, when you’re the farmhouse cat, you have to expect it to be like that.
The important question is not “How to move the firewood?”, the question is “How to have a firewood party?”. Let me tell you how my two humans, with my help, realized this fundamental fact of life and have used it to everyone’s advantage.
Hi! Mr. Monte here.
Each and every one of my 23,417 faithful feline followers can attest to the fact that living with humans is rather awkward at times. They’re not really very bright and evolution has not favored them as it has the cat family.
That’s why we cats sometimes have to take matters into our own paws. – Life has been so much better now that Blondie and Ol’ Fuzz face learned from what I taught them about the proper use of incentives.
This Year’s Firewood Panic
Every year my two humans find two or three cords of firewood sitting in a huge pile in the East 40. When the wood arrives, they immediately go into a panic because they know they have to move all that firewood to the woodshed, which is all the way over in the West 40.
Ol’ Fuzz Face is completely useless when this annual firewood panic sets in. He can be seen turning around in small circles trying to figure out what to do first. – Should he start moving wood? No, because the shed needs to be cleaned. Should he start cleaning the shed? No, because the wood carts are full of gardening debris. And so it goes on and on.
That’s where I have to calm him down, smooth his ruffled feathers, and give him an easy to follow, step-by-step plan. – First, empty the carts. Next, clean the shed. Finally, find someone strong and fit to move the wood.
The shed & carts are a mess.
The carts are ready to go.
The woodshed is clean.
Find someone strong and fit to do the work.
Finding someone strong and fit to move the wood is where Fuzzy messed up bigtime. – When I said that, I meant he was to do the job. But no, the lazy lout declared himself less than strong and fit due to an ancient, perfectly healed hernia. That’s when he tried to get sweet Miss Blondie to move all the wood. After moving a few loads, Miss Blondie realized she’d been hoodwinked. She had enough and shared her thoughts with Fuzzy. It wasn’t a very pleasant exchange. – If Miss Blondie were a cat, she would have to bite Fuzzy on the ankle.
Genesis of the Firewood Party
After his encounter with Miss Blondie, Ol’ Fuzz Face recognized that he was in deep trouble. That firewood still had to be moved and he wouldn’t have a moment of peace from Miss Blondie until the job was done.
Being somewhat sane and sound of mind, Ol’ Fuzz Face came to me for my sage advice. I told him the problem was entirely of his own making. He had to man up and take charge. I suggested that he could make use of incentives. – It works with me. Give me treats and good food and I will do tricks for you.
And that’s when the light came on inside his fuzzy old head!
“We’re going to have a firewood party!“
Ol’ Fuzzy told Miss Blondie his (my) plan. They made the arrangements. Daughter #1 would have her family assemble at Serendipity Farmhouse for the First Annual Firewood Party. – Because Fuzz Face was such a failure at management, Miss Blondie would oversee the day’s work.
The Apple Blossom Crew did a fantastic job under the close supervision of Foreman Blondie!
Foreman Blondie gives directions.
Foreman Blondie shows how its done.
The Apple Blossom Crew gets to work.
Where’s Fuzzy?
Even Fuzzy realized that having a firewood party had to be fun. That was the incentive. However, Fuzzy might have gone a bit too far when he thought it would be fun teaching Son-in-law #1 how to drive the lawn tractor. From my vantage point, it looked like lives were in danger.
Student driver – Watch Out!
This could be really bad.
Where are the brakes?!
I should bite Fuzzy on the ankle.
All’s well that ends well.
Fortunately, no one got hurt. But it only reinforces my thought that Fuzzy should always be kept under adult supervision.
Now Miss Blondie, on the other hand, really knows how to keep the crew at a firewood party happy. She made sure that no one went hungry or thirsty. – She even gave me some snacks!
Finally, after hours of hard work and more fun together than we’ve had in a long, it was time to celebrate.
Victory Dance
Victory Dance
Last log stacked
Let’s Party
To my astute readers, although this was the first official Serendipity Farmhouse Firewood Party, it was not the first time that moving firewood was made fun with the help of family. For example, read the posts here and here.
If you’d like to see more of the fun times at the firewood party, check out the video below.
I hoped that a day would never come when I would have to admit that a member of my security staff was a jackwagon. But the day did come. The truth is I hired, not one, but two rejects from namby-pamby land. Now it’s my job to square away these miserable jackwagons.
Hi! Mr. Monte here! – To my 23,417 feline followers, especially my many cat cousins residing in Virginia and Ohio, it’s time to talk.
You well know that I am an award-winning Chief of Security. I take great pride in the Serendipity Farmhouse Security Center. That’s why it’s doubly painful to report this black mark on my security career. – I will correct this breach in discipline and decorum.
Background & Fuzzy’s Charges
As you may recall in my post New Hire, I reported hiring Rusty the rat snake and the composition of my security staff.
Rusty rounds out our Security Department with his ability to identify and engage security threats at ground level and below. Meanwhile, Lightning, our broad-winged hawk, has secured the skies over SFH and Bronto the bear has ensured the integrity of our perimeter areas.
Things had been going pretty well on the security front. Or at least they were going well until Ol’ Fuzz Face came into my office a few weeks ago. His face was red. His breathing was heavy. He looked really angry. He confirmed my observation when he slammed his fist down on my desk.
I said, “Whoa! Hold on there, Fuzzy! What’s got you so worked up?”
He quickly responded, “I want you to fire that fat bear and that slimy snake right now! Either you get rid of them, or I’m going to throw all of your cat treats into the compost bin!”
It took a while for me to calm Fuzzy down. When he finally quit his rant and had collected his thoughts, he made his formal charges against Bronto and Rusty. – Although I usually don’t take Fuzzy very seriously, this time it appeared he had valid complaints.
The Investigation
Following are my official investigatory findings with regard to the charges brought against security staffers Bronto the Bear and Rusty the Rat Snake.
Charge:Skylarking – On or about September 3, 2023, some entity severely damaged the southeast corner of Vegetable Garden #1. – There being no other creature in the vicinity strong enough to inflict such damage, Bronto the bear is the prime suspect. Additionally, he has been implicated in similar crimes throughout Sperryville.
Charge:Littering and destruction of an SFH rental property – During the Summer of 2023 a rat snake occupied and caused malicious damage to the SFH Well House. There was evidence that several wild parties had been held there.
This photo shows that discarded snakeskin actually surrounds a key filtering component of the SFH water system. This filter must be replaced every three months. Ol’ Fuzz Face is responsible for this task. It is obvious that this littering and befoulment rendered the entire Well House a biohazard site.
Rusty the Rat Snake rents the SFH Well House, and the photos demonstrate that he has been exceedingly lax in cleaning the rental property. This is in direct violation of the rental agreement.
Captain’s Mast & Non-judicial Punishment
Based on the findings in the investigation of Fuzzy’s charges, I recognized that I had no choice but hold a Captain’s Mast for my two jackwagon employees. In the case of Bronto the Bear, the evidence was circumstantial but very compelling. – I found him guilty and suspended his pay for two months.
The case against Rusty the Rat Snake was open and shut. I had no choice but to dock his pay for six months and reduce him in rate to Security Officer Third Class. I advised him that if this happens again, he’ll be in for a general court-martial.
It’s a hard job, but it must be done.
As the SFH Chief of Security, I sometimes have to lay down the law. That not only goes for outsiders, but it also includes my security staff as well. This is not namby-pamby land, this is the reality of living at Serendipity Farmhouse. There is no place for jackwagons here!
If you want to know how I handle problems with my security staff, watch this video.
My feline fame and fortune are not my most cherished gifts. Granted, my great achievements are acknowledged and praised throughout the world, and I am justly proud. There are more important things to me than the glories of my great celebrity.
Yes! It’s My Birthday!
Hi! Mr. Monte here!
Today is my 9th birthday! That means I will take a well-deserved day of rest. I will use this day to ponder the meaning and value of my life.
You, my 23,417 faithful feline followers, well know that a cat’s life is filled with competing concerns. It’s very difficult to balance our instinctual needs for food, play, and sleep. And, of course, our humans forever complicate our lives.
Pondering Feline Fame & Fortune
We felines possess an independent spirit. We do not walk about our domains submissively as dogs do, with tails wagging and tongues hanging from their mouths. That, my dear feline friends, is why we rank so highly in the animal kingdom.
Yet, our humans see us as desirable pets. And we allow ourselves to abide with them. We willingly, if not reluctantly, subordinate ourselves in small ways to their way of life. Over the years, I’ve often wondered why that is.
The Breed Maine Coon
I am of the breed known as Maine Coon. Our origin is told in legend, and tall tales. Nevertheless, we are here, and we have developed unusual traits, both physically and emotionally. And one of our traits is quite contradictory. On one hand we are as independent natured as any other feline. On the other hand, we are not suited to being alone for any length of time.
Here’s an example of my conflicted nature. When Blondie and Ol’ Fuzz Face are at home, I want to be alone. I will paw at the door until they let me out on the porch. But, if they get ready to go shopping, I will sit on top of their slippers. I won’t play nor will I eat. I will just stay right there on those slippers until they until they return.
No Need for Fame & Fortune
Yes, I am a famous cat. I receive praise from all corners of the world. But today, as I celebrate my birthday, I do not celebrate my fame and fortune. Instead, I will take the day off from my many duties. I think Blondie and Fuzzy are in need of some companionship. Come to think of it, so am I.
The Serendipity Farmhouse Test Kitchen staff never takes a vacation. Nope, we just take to our Mobile Test Kitchen and do our cooking on the Shenandoah. Even in August, when the Blue Ridge can be most uncomfortable, we work to master, adapt, and enjoy recipes by Julia Child and Jacques Pépin. – Come along with me and let this awesome 24-pound Main Coon cat show you what goes on behind the scenes.
Hi! Mr. Monte here!
You, my faithful 23,417 feline followers are probably not much into human gourmet cooking. But you do know that a day of hard work must begin with the very best breakfast. And that’s just the way it is here in the Mobile Test Kitchen. Chef Blondie always ensures that I’m properly fed and ready to do my assigned duties.
Because the amazing Pierre LeChat could not join us on this trip, it fell on me to observe the Test Kitchen staff in action, record video, and take copious notes. – A hardy breakfast made by Chef Blondie guaranteed that I would be up to the task.
And that’s the way a day of deployment in the Mobile Test Kitchen always begins. Then comes housecleaning chores, menu and recipe review, food inventory, and preparation of mise en place. Every member of the Test Kitchen staff has assigned duties, and they perform them with deft precision. – – Of course, there is always one member of the staff who’s a bit out of synch with the real world and Test Kitchen work.
Ol’ Fuzz Face is celebrating one year of full retirement. And to prove that he hasn’t lost his touch, he decided to take a selfie while standing precariously on top of the Mobile Test Kitchen roof. Fortunately, he survived this foolish stunt.
Once we coaxed Fuzzy down from the roof, we forced him back into the kitchen to do his job. Eventually, he put on his apron, and joined us preparing for the big test of Jacques Pépin’s recipe for Rice with Mushrooms and Steamed Asparagus.
In the Shenandoah Valley, weather makes a difference.
In August, temperatures climb into the 90’s in the Shenandoah Valley. Although the Mobile Test Kitchen is air conditioned, the high humidity can be stifling. But, as you see here, the humidity was unusually low on recipe testing day. – That made for a kitchen staff in very high spirits.
Mobile Test Kitchen – Testing Underway
Yes, under the expert guidance from Executive Chef Blondie, things were coming together. I busied myself by determining proper camera angles and lighting requirements. That required me to jump from tabletop to the over cab loft and various other select positions. Needless to say, but I’ll say it anyway, I performed video and photo tasks flawlessly.
As the test was nearing completion, Chef Blondie invited me over to taste test Jacques’s recipe. I think the pictures below adequately show my anticipation and my reaction.
Yes, the staff members of the Serendipity Farmhouse Mobile Test Kitchen had outdone themselves. – I could now hand over my notes, videos, and still pictures to Pierre LeChat for his evaluation.
Like you, I will be waiting for his post which will be published early next week. – Until then: Happy Cooking!
Yes, there is a Curry Monster, and yes, there are kaiju cats. These are two unquestionable truths here at Serendipity Farmhouse. This post will clear up the matter once and for all. – Failure to read this post could jeopardize your peace of mind and physical health for years to come.
I was thoroughly incensed by a recent comment made by an internet troll. He claimed that my sweet protector, Miss Blondie, lied in her report about The Attack of the Curry Monster in our post How to Enjoy S&B Golden Curry. This despicable being insinuated that there was no such thing as a ‘Curry Monster’.
That awakened the rage that lies deep within the being of this kaiju cat! – And now there is one less internet troll.
(Stay with me, and I’ll show you how I put that internet troll out of his misery. Also, I have a link to a special treat for all kaiju fans.)
The History of the Curry Monster
The Attack of the Curry Monster segment in Blondie’s post How to Enjoy S&B Golden Curry documents when and how one curry monster came into being. There are reliable witnesses who will testify that the story is factual. Furthermore, my esteemed colleague, the world-renowned Toku Professor, has provided us a concise curry monster history. Following are excerpts from his flawless research.
IN-UNIVERSE HISTORY
The first known appearance of the Curry Monster (カレーモンスター) took place around the year 2600 B.C. Coincidently, that was around the same time that the inhabitants of Muhenjo-Daro began pounding spices like fennel, cumin, mustard and tamarind pods to flavor their food. The Curry Monster had a different form at that time.
Much later, in 1510, the Portuguese established a trading center in Goa, India. As a result of this, several important ingredients for some curries, such as chili peppers, tomatoes and potatoes ended up making their way into India. The Curry Monster had to change forms quickly in order to digest these newly introduced foods.
In the 17th Century, the British began introducing curry into English cuisine. It was then that the Curry Monster slowly began to gain influence over many new areas of the world, before finally transforming into his Ultimate Form in the mid-20th Century.
Curry Monster Name Origin
Curry is an anglicized form of the Tamil கறி (kari) meaning ‘sauce’ or ‘relish for rice’ that uses the leaves of the curry tree (Murraya koenigii). Monster comes from Middle English “monstre”. This comes from Anglo-French and from the Latin “monstrum” meaning omen or monster.
Note: Regarding the Curry Monster’s strength and powers, the Toku Professor warns us:
NO WEAKNESS HAS BEEN FOUND.
Recent Confirmed Curry Monster Sightings
I have done some personal research. It reveals that there have been a large number of Curry Monster sightings throughout the world, especially in Japan. One sighting, with pictures, was reported on October 30, 2014 in the post デカ盛りすぎる珍百景カツカレーモンスター！！
I think this picture on the left explains why there have been so many sightings in Japan. It seems that the Curry Monster may have opened his own chain of restaurants. Apparently, Japanese kaiju finally have a place to grab a quick meal while ravaging local cities.
So, what happened to the Internet Troll?
Here’s how I disposed of that despicable internet troll. First, I used my unique skills as Hacker Cat (黑客猫) to determine his place of residence. (See my post Access Granted to 黑客猫.) Once I determined his location, I stealthily approached his evil lair in my non-kaiju form as a typically awesome 24-pound Maine Coon Cat.
Then, with a tremendous roar, I grew to my full-size kaiju form. Yes, I was now 393 feet tall when standing on my hind legs. Crouching down, I peered into the internet troll’s computer room window and glared at that mean-hearted being.
He saw the white flash of my sharp, massive teeth, and he began to tremble and cough. And then he coughed even more. This was better than I could have ever expected. This lousy troll was allergic to cats. – That is when I realized that I had the ultimate weapon to put this jerk out of business.
The Ultimate Kaiju Cat Weapon
As a mere 24-pound Main Coon cat, I can produce a massive amount of hair in a short time. As a 393-foot kaiju cat, one can only imagine how much hair I can amass to smother an evil internet troll. – Here, look for yourself. This is just two-days’ worth of hair. – No, I didn’t want the troll to die, but I made sure that he would be coughing and itching for the rest of his miserable life. – Beautiful Blondie’s detractor was vanquished!
Two-day’s Worth of Maine Coon Cat Hair
Proof that there are other Kaiju Cats
I have now shown that there is a Curry Monster. In fact, there are many. Miss Blondie had told the truth. I have fought to preserve her honor.
You have also listened to my revelation that I am a kaiju cat. As I promised, I have a special treat for you. There are other kaiju cats. Watch this trailer to see about one of my 23,417 feline followers – a real-life kaiju cat – OWLKITTY. – Godzilla vs. Cat click here.
I used to hate RV trips and I deplored RV living. But that’s all changed. As a highly intelligent and manipulative Maine Coon cat, I’ve learned how to turn RV trips into great adventures. Of course, Ol’ Fuzz Face and Blondie might have to sacrifice some of their vacation pleasures. Yet, as everyone at Serendipity Farmhouse knows, if Mr. Monte ain’t happy, there ain’t nobody happy.
Getting there is half the fun.
So, with that thought in mind, I sent Fuzzy a Father’s Day email. It stated my plan for El Camino Del Monte’s next adventure.
Then, I conducted a thorough examination of Commonwealth of Virginia law. I found nothing specifying that a Maine Coon cat was required to have a license to pilot an RV. – Therefore, I advised Fuzzy that, “I’m doing the driving!”
Needless to say, but I’ll say it anyway. My RV driving was flawless. Even though my Class-C has six wheels, I found that we really only needed two for sharp curves. – Fuzzy and Blondie remained speechless for several hours.
Menu making – An RV living ‘must-do.’
I also advised Fuzzy that I would take care of menu planning. – I figured a pound of my favorite blue cheese would suffice! Of course, large quantities of Gruyère and Jarlsberg would be nice too.
Once they regained their composure, Fuzzy and Blondie made a gourmet dinner for me. They also threw together some odds and ends for themselves. Fuzzy grilled lamb chops. Blondie sauteed asparagus and prepared wild rice as sides. – This was my view of their meal from my overcab perch.
Settling in – Ship’s routine
After the exhilaration of the drive to Shenandoah River State Park, and a fine meal, I decided to let my two big cats get some rest the first night. I only woke them up three times.
When they prepared breakfast the next morning, they made sure I was provided sufficient quantities of melted butter and peanut butter fingers. – They had suitably met my minimum expectations regarding care and feeding, so I granted them time for liberty ashore.
You might expect that this would be the perfect time for a feline to take a nap. But you see, I am no common feline. As the Serendipity Farmhouse Chief of Security, it was time for me to make my rounds. – You can be sure every square inch of my RV was inspected to ensure there were no security threats.
When the two aging romantics returned from their liberty time, they appeared somewhat refreshed. Fuzzy, as usual, bored me with excessive detail about the beauty and enchantment of the Shenandoah Valley.
Time for Jacques and Feline Pranks
That evening, we settled in to view our favorite cooking shows. As you can see, I positioned myself in the first row of the balcony. After all, what feline gourmand can resist watching Jacques turn common ingredients into a joyous feast. The feature attraction for the evening was Jacques Pepin: The Essential Pepin.
Ol’ Fuzz Face has a habit of falling asleep while watching videos. I’ve found that’s when he is most vulnerable to feline practical jokes. Recently, I’ve been working on developing a new Maine Coon superpower. It’s my Xray-brain-scan vision. Fuzzy happened to wake up just as I was scanning the 2 or 3 grey cells remaining in his cranium. – It’s quite likely that he’ll never fully recover from the fear and panic that arose in him when he saw my eyes.
Is it really time to go?
I’m not quite sure why Fuzzy and Blondie insisted that I take a rest and let Fuzzy drive home. Driving to the park had been such fun.
Blondie had me jump into my carrier, But I jumped right back out. I’d had such a good time and so much good food on this trip.
Eventually, they coaxed me back into my carrier. I settled in and crossed my paws. The return trip would be slow. For some reason, Fuzzy goes no faster than what the numbers on those white road signs say. – As for me, I was already thinking about when we would come back this way.
