Rubah's Adventures
My name is Rubah. I am a
Champion. Before I was a Champion, I was an Ambassador. That's what
Mom and Dad tell me, anyway. About a week after Dad brought me home from
Arizona, Mom slapped a harness on me, and off we went in the car. (I like
riding in the car. All those other cats have to stay at home, and I get
all of Mom and Dad's attention.) Well, we wound up at a very noisy place
that Dad called an Air Show. I got to walk around on my leash and meet all
kinds of people. Some of them ran right out and got their own
Bengals.
I was a natural on the leash. I help by ducking my
head for the harness and holding still for them to snap the leash on. Then
they take me all kinds
of cool places, like cat shows, Home Depot, Lowe's, Petco and Petsmart. My
favorite thing to do is camping. I make sure that Mom and Dad know it's my
favorite thing by purring the whole time we're out there. Mom said I could
have this page for my scrapbook. I hope they will take me camping again
soon!
Possum Kingdom Lake
November 2001
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That's me on the way home. I always find my own nest in Mom's Jeep. You can see what a happy camper I am! I don't know why Mom didn't take pictures of me in the tent. I was so cute all cuddled between them in the sleeping bag. I purred as loud as I could so they would know I liked it. |
Ouachita National Forest
April 2002
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Guadalupe Mountains
June 2002
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Ouachita National Forest
April 2003
| This was not my favorite trip. In the first place, Mom & Dad decided that the newest little Princess, Akashi, had to go along. Worse, though, was being stuck in the tent while it rained and rained and rained. We only got to go for a short little walk. No real hiking at all. And everything I did, that little copy-cat princess did, too, so Mom & Dad were all gushy about how cute she was. |
Hanging out. |
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Here's the little princess. When the tent went up, she dashed right in screaming, "I'm not a camping cat! I'm a house cat! I'm a show cat! Don't you know I'm too beautiful for this?" I hope Mom & Dad were paying attention. |
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At least we were cozy.
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Dog Canyon
May 2007
| Finally. There's a
Garner State Park disaster between the Ouachita trips and this, but no
photos. Dad works too much. Mom worked too much. We
never got to go camping! But just last week, they took me to
the place where they had their first date. (And he didn't even
kiss her on that first date!)
Mom loves it. When you wake up in the morning, you can watch the breeze blowing through golden tipped grasses. One part of the ridge above reminds her of the eastern Sierras, and the rest is all gorgeous desert. Dad loves it, too. After they first met in person in the Anza Borrego desert (Mom's favorite place on the planet; she promised I can go next year), Dad knew Mom would like Dog Canyon. I have no idea why it took them so long to bring ME there. I mean, they took me to the Honeymoon Spot in the Guadalupe Mountains. Sheesh. |
Hanging. |
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At the campsite, ready to go for a hike. Does anyone want to go for a hike? You can see my new white tail tip in this photo. I used to have a black tail tip like all other Bengals, but I lost it in an accident. Now I'm even more unique! |
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Woohoo! We're
hiking. Look at all
these gorgeous verbenas. Don't they look better with me in the
middle? Mom thought so.
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| This is a view of part of the canyon and stables. This should be a popular place for horse camping. Maybe those weird animals I saw scared the horses away. I've met horses, nose to nose. I've met cattle, dogs, strange cats, and tried to meet some raccoons one night in the Guadalupe Mountains, just above Dog Canyon. Heck, I've even watched the Penny Princess meet a scorpion, and it didn't phase me. Mules reminded me of street sweepers on Bourbon Street. I did not like them. I don't know why. | ![]() |
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Usually, Mom has the leash. We like to play a little game. She hikes past me, and I stop. Just before the leash reaches it's end, I run ahead of her to the other end and stop. We played the game here, too, but Dad held the leash. |
| Here I am with Dad hiking on a
trail that said "No Dogs." The picture was very clear: A
dog on a leash with a circle and slash through it. I am not a dog,
so I was good to go, but I don't get it. If mules, horses and
people can hike there, why not dogs? I know my people always clean
my poops up on the trail. Surely dogs' people do, too? Horse
and mule people don't. They leave them there for me to
sniff. Mom says it has to do with people who want to get rid of
pets.
We didn't go very far, so I was disappointed, but at least we got to hike for a little bit. Mom and Dad say we'll go back. |
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