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,
🐾 Mr. Monte



