Today it became clear that Cooper is now an RV cat. He came out--even in rough territory--and sat on the sofa, on the dinette bench, on the L/R slide-out. He’s definitely making the best of (what Barley thinks is) a bad situation. Unfortunately, Barley didn’t care for this stretch of road, possibly because of the curves.

During this drive, I went to the bedroom at the back of the coach (where it’s quieter) to make some calls to check for campground vacancies. Both kitties were in the bedroom when I went back there, and I closed off the bedroom (using the bathroom door, which affords privacy to both rooms, though one at a time) to make it even quieter). While I was on the phone, Cooper wanted out of the bedroom and I opened the door briefly to let him out. When I finished my calls, I simply shut the ‘bathroom’ door again and walked up to my seat. After some time, I looked around wondering where Cooper was. Not seeing him anywhere, I finally checked the bathroom, realizing it had been open while I used its door for the bedroom. And there he was, positioned comfortably on the toilet seat lid, front legs draped over the edge. I laughed and laughed and went and got the camera to snap a few pics. And later, when I checked on him again, he had moved up to the tiny little counter next to the sink. Had to get more photos. And that’s the story behind the pictures of Cooper in the bathroom.