It has been brought to my attention that I haven’t given you an update on Bud lately. So here goes.
I think Bud has finally quit growing. He is a large, gorgeously handsome, creamy-golden tabby boy. He loves to go for walks, especially in the drywash that meanders through the RV park. I thought he might have problems out here because everything that grows has spikes, thorns or spurs. But he does amazingly well at avoiding them, and hasn’t tried to climb any saguaros. He does climb the mesquite trees, and manages to get his leash tangled in them every now and then.
The drywash is a gully about 20 to 30 feet wide at the top, narrowing to four to six feet wide at the sand and gravel bottom. The sides are covered with mesquite, sage, tumble-weeds and other brush. There are a half dozen or so spots where we have made little trails through the brush down into the bottom. While Bud can easily move about in the bed of the wash, I find myself pushing my way through the prickly twigs and branches, or bending down with my head at waist height to duck under the brush. I come home with twigs and leaves in my hair every day.
Here are some pictures of Bud and the drywash.
In the house, Bud alternates napping with running like a maniac from one end of the motorhome to the other. He will hop up onto me when I’m sitting in my chair, then walk across the back of the couch to Richard for petting. Or, he will hop up onto Richard, walk across the back of the couch to nap on me. Why can’t he just go to the person he wants attention from? Cats! Who knows what goes on in their furry little heads?