And sometimes it was a long dragged out week in the company of a lot of kids you don't know; doing chores that the other kids somehow knew better than to get stuck doing; trying to learn the camp schedule so you'd be in the right place at the right time and hopefully not miss a meal or earn yourself some kind of camp punishment.
Well for Lily, Camp Henderson seems to be turning out to be more of the latter rather than the former. And a disgruntled kitty is a verbal kitty. While she still will allow me to pet her for a specific amount of time, with the appropriate amount of pressure and speed; and of course only when she is in the mood for it.....I'm still somehow getting the impression she's not having the type of camp experience we all hope for.
Here are some of the little tid bits I'm hearing from our furry disgruntled camper:
Which one of you is supposed to be my camp counselor anyway?
Do I get a choice at ALL about the food?
Why are those retarded hounds allowed free range on my turf?
Do you provide treatment for the carpal tunnel I’m getting from swatting those retarded hounds in the face?
Why is there no mirror in my room? Are you jealous of my immense beauty?
You didn’t just say ‘diet’ did you??!! Is this FAT CAMP??!!
Who do I see to lodge a formal complaint about this place?
When do I get the arts and crafts class? I was promised arts and crafts!
For future reference I prefer to have my ‘alone time’ actually alone….on the screened in porch…with a mai tai.
FYI: the decision to pet or brush me is mine and mine alone. I will signal my desire for you to stop by scratching and/or biting your hand. Try not to take it personal.
My decision to brush against you and make appropriate cat-like noises while you are on the human potty should in no way be construed as affection for yourself. I do it to mess with your head.
When are my parents coming to get me?
Pass the catnip please. I’m bored.
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