Don’t get me wrong, I love the winter,
too. Snuggling under the covers, sleeping late until
the sun warms my bones. The rain on the roof and seeing my reflection in
puddles - a rare pleasure not often afforded in California. (It never rains in
California). I’ve yet to experience snow, but I have 
scratched it onto on my
Adventure List. Everyone should have an Adventure List -- Things to do that will
make you feel alive just thinking about them. -- An episode to look forward to that
when you do tackle it, the circumstance will change your life and make you even more dynamic!New beginnings are always special. I can hardly restrain my anticipation. I was born in the spring and I fell in love in the spring. I met my mom in the spring and with her I began this incredible journey that I'm on, an odyssey in which my limited mind could never have imagined on its own.
What lies in waiting?
I don’t know, but I will not settle for the mundane, overindulgent life of a fat cat. Instead, I will discover painted butterflies to chase, sun drenched flowers to sniff, and celebratory song birds to serenade me.
What waits for you?
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Hi everyone! Sportster here. So glad you came by to give me a pat on the head. I've been so busy living full-time in my RV, it is just that -- a full-time job.
Here is a sample chapter from my latest book, ACTIVATE LION MODE.
If you are intrigued, twitch your tail and pounce on the link below to take you to Judy's Amazon Author page and check out my book and all of Judy's.
 CHAPTER SIX
The moon was high. The starlight, dimmed from the city’s
lights, had lost its sparkle. For the amount of bodies strewn across the asphalt,
the makeshift campground surprised me. The bustle had toned down to murmurs,
occasional spurts of low laughter, and the sporadic bark of a dog. A good time to move out. I studied my foster family one last time. Jawbreaker
sensed something was astir and lifted his head. I ignored his watchful eye, and
headed out. When I looked back, he padded behind me, probably thinking I was
taking a bathroom break. I stopped, jerked around, and hissed. Jawbreaker’s eyes widened, heeded my warning,
and sat down. His big mouth drooped as I spun around and sprinted off into the
night.
I jogged along the road we had come in on. The city offered
drainage ditches, underpasses, and an occasional abandoned building for
hiding. Only two trucks passed.
Maintaining a steady pace, I made time. No sign of bears or elk. No woodpeckers or
hawks, but I jerked to a halt. I caught scent of an odor I had never
experienced, but instinct told me it was the smell of death. I froze and began to tremble. I wanted to
run, return to my Green Berets and Jawbreaker, but chilling fear held me in
place.
I recalled Judy
pointing out the dead furry bodies along the roadside. “Do you see that,
Sportster? Bad things can happen if you aren’t careful.” She would shake her
finger at me and say, “You have to stay close to home.”
Well, I wasn’t close
to home, thanks to her, but I would be careful.
I gathered my courage and followed the scent. On the edge of the road
lay the ghastly carcass of a kitten. I
belted out a yowl that pierced the night and hightailed it. I didn’t stop until
my lungs begged for air and my legs screamed for relief. With a last burst of
energy, I dove into a large pipe
leading under the freeway. Rancid water
splashed in my face as I sprinted toward the dim moonlight at the end of the
tunnel. My stomach hurled, and I gagged
from the offending stench but kept going.
The passageway opened into a concrete ditch enclosed by cyclone fencing.
Without slowing, I rushed the line of
chain link. With my momentum, I scrambled over the top, spurred by the ear piercing
rattle of the metal, and leaped down on the other side. With the barrier between
me and the crime scene, I stopped and caught my breath.
I had landed in
another parking lot. A large Elk, his head held high, sporting a wide rack of horns
stood in front of a building. I balked
again, my hair on end. Wait. It was a statue. This was an Elks Lodge. Judy and
I had camped at many of these facilities. They were fraternities of sort, their
symbol, the Elk, usually guarded its entrance. I scanned the parking area. Several RVs
nestled in the rear of the property. One looked like our motorhome.
My chest pounded in anticipation, but I crept along the brick
wall that met the fencing. It was a long,
but safe way around to the vehicle. I
must be cautious. Like most campgrounds at night, all was quiet. My heart raced
as I neared the motorhome. Judy had not made it easy for me to find her. She would be happy to see me. I imagined her reaction after six nights without
me. She would feed me my favorite treats and kiss my face while I pretended to
hate her gushing. Judy mentioned perhaps she might be prone to believe, as the
Buddhists do, in reincarnation. They
believe that pieces of the soul of a deceased loved one can be reborn into an
animal’s soul, thus taking on the passed loved one’s personality
characteristics. “You are so like my
Jack.” She would say to me. “He, too, acted like he hated my sweet talking, but
I think deep down he loved it, just like you do Sportster.” I purred
remembering her words and climbed onto the motorhome’s porch.
My heart sank when my paw touched the first step. This was
not our home. Strangers’ scents coated the porch and the door. My tail drooped.
My heavy spirit weighed me down, accenting
my exhaustion. I crawled onto the
porch. Too tired to be careful, I curled
up, tucked my nose under my flank and closed my eyes.
****
The warm morning sun and
the motorhome’s rocking movement woke me. I moved to a more covert position under
the vehicle. Voices inside only mumbled until the door’s lock made a familiar
click and a man spoke clearly. “There
you go, Annabelle. Why can’t you let us sleep late just once?”
The door slammed shut as a soft ball of fur glided down the
steps. Grey paws reached out from Annabelle’s plush body and carried her to the
ground. She performed her own yoga stretch, her elbows flat on the asphalt, and
her butt in the air. She must have seen
me because her tail gyrated, then kinked into a small hook at the tip, as if
calling me.
I sprang to my feet and approached like a peep on twitter,
chirping my intentions, my exhaustion forgotten. She turned, acted startled, her icy blue eyes
grew large. I chirped again, more of an alluring trill this time. She stood her
ground. Her tail flagged back and forth.
I presented myself, nose to nose, and suddenly became aware of my unkempt condition. My
cologne was the rancid tunnel water from yesterday. My tail, erect and
vibrating, exhibited a glaring bald spot from Jawbreaker’s attack. I quickly lowered it before she noticed. I
rolled over, showed her my soft underbelly … and the burrs embedded in my
coat. I had been too fatigued last night
to groom myself. Shame spurred me to jump up. I dashed away into the bushes.
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