Category Archives: Cat Scouts

Order of the Arrowhead

Last week at Cat Scout Camp in Yosemite I was chosen to join the Order of the Arrowhead. The order is for scouts who go above and beyond in scouting duties. I am SO excited to have been chosen for this honor.

 

The OotA iniation is to spend twenty four hours outside in the forest, at least one mile from camp, with only a lion cloth, egg, blanket, two matches, and your wits to keep you from getting dead.

Here is the story of my ordeal:

I left camp with sprits high and sense of dread minimal, having prepped as well as I could and carrying the support of my Scout mates with me.

I stopped once out of view from everyone to make some minor adjustments. I needed all four paws free but didn’t want to leave my items behind. Remembering my knot tying practice and a PBS special on Mozambique that I watched with my mum, I laid my items down. Opening the blanket, I put my egg and matches in the middle, folded it in half, then in half again. Once my thing were secured, i took one end of the blanket over my right shoulder and the other under my left armpit. I tied it using a bowline knot in the front. Feeling like a Mozambican Mother carrying her baby, I looked at the compass lying in the grass, gave a bounce up and down to test the integrity of my blanket-pack, and hoped for the best for the safety of my egg. It felt sturdy to me.

I needed to make a rope to carry the compass. I remember what milkweed looked like from my botany studies, so I set off in search of some freshly dead stuff. Once I found a stand of it that was nice and brown but not grey, I carefully harvested a bunch. I kept all of the milkweed fluff and stuffed it into my blanket-pack. That stuff is great kindling.

So, back to the milkweed. I broke off all of the branch nodes, removed the core wood and the bark, and tenderized the fiber with my paws. Using a reverse wrap technique common to bridge builders in the Andes, I made my cordage. Thankfully, the evening dew hadn’t set in yet and everything was still dry. Wet fibers made bad cordage. I stopped when I had a piece of cord about twelve paws long and then hung my compass from the cord and hung it cross-body, same as my blanket pack. I didn’t want anything directly around my neck.

I was surely a mile away from camp by now, but I didn’t want to stop until I found water. The stars were out, so I quickly located the North Star for reference. I hiked to the top of a nearby hill and scouted for water. Water looked to be about a half of a mile away. A half a mile through a very dark tree area, in the darkness.

I grabbed my compass and determined the appropriate direction, setting off in haste. The sooner I got there, the sooner I could make camp and secure myself for what was going to be a very long night.

Along the way, I heard the trilling of a Pigmy Owl. For some reason, it made me think of Einstein and his bugle. A pang of nostalgia bordering on sadness hit my heart. I smiled, shook my head, and reaffirmed my vow to my troop proud.

Along the way I added small sticks to my pack, know that I’d need a fire. And when I walked by some fireweed, I helped myself to a meal of it right there and took some with me. I may or may not have carried a larger stick for some protecting and to poke at areas in front of me to determine if it was safe. Not that I was a fraidy cat or anything.

I neared the water and started looking in earnest for a place to camp. Yosemite is perfect for camping, so it didn’t take long to find one.

I cleared a spot for a fire and, using milkweed fluff as kindling and the smaller branches as tinder, I lit a match. The wind blew it out before I could do anything fiery with it and I let out a hiss. Tossing it into the fire pile, I lit the last match and soon had a comfortable fire. I needed it big enough to light the area for tent building, but small enough to not attract anything vishus.

I used the rope from my blanket-pack strung between two trees and the blanket over it to make a tent. Every time the wind blew my tent moved, so I weighted the corners down with rocks. Home sweet home. I looked around and smiled. Home sweet home, indeed.

I went to the water and gave my fireweed a good soaking. I didn’t want breakfast to be limp and soggy. I gave my egg and fireweed a safe place to spend the night and laid near the fire for some stargazing. I’d spotted the Milky Way and thought of stargazing with my friends back home.

It was then, there, on my back and cozy warm near a fire in the Yosemite darkness that I heard it.

“Eeeeeeee!”

“Eeeeeeee!”

“Eeeeeeee!”

I was on all four paws before I could think “What was…” and inside my tent before my mind registered “…that?!”

Crouched down and peering out the end of my tent, I saw this tiny little thing making its way toward the fire.

“Eeeeeeee!”

I jumped back.

“Eeeeeeee!”

“Eeeeeeee!”

“Eeeeeeee!”

It looked like some kind of deranged Guinea Pig. My mind was blank. What looked like that and lived HERE?

A few moments of watching it inspect the camp site made my nerves calm down and my brain work a bit better. I remembered that pikas lived here. It was a pika! A cute little pika. A cute little, delicious pika.

I crept out slowly, stalking the pika.

Pikas have great sense of smell, and it didn’t talk long before the pika turned around and looked me squarely in the eyes.

“Oh, hi.”

I was floored. My dinner was talking to me.

“My name is Morwenna.”

“I’m Obi.” I sputtered.

“Nice to meet you, Obi.”

She came super close and touched her nose to mine. She was so cute up close, smelling of green weeds and sunshine. There was no way I could have this pika for dinner. She then scampered off into the weeds.

Needless to say, I was a bit confused. Giving up on figuring it out, I added some more sticks to the fire to keep it small but powerful through the night. I knew I wouldn’t sleep well and could mind the fire well enough between naps to be sure that it didn’t go completely out.

I went to my tent and curled into a ball, confused over the brave little pika. What had scared her off like that? Is something very dangerous RIGHT OUT THERE? Am I gonna die? I could only hope my epitaph would read something like, “He was a lovable, hilarious, niptini drinker with a ginger tail and sticky whiskers.”

I fell into a fitful sleep and woke for the last time in the shank of the night, right before the birds began to shout their pre-dawn greetings. I went out and stoked the fire for breakfast.

I walked away from my camp to take care of some business, and on the way back I picked a few pawfuls of clover. It would be hydrating and tasty with the fireweed and egg I planned to have for breakfast.

When I got back to the fire, Morwenna the pika was by it, drying her fur.

“Good morning, Obi Cat.”

“Good morning, little pika.”

“Are you making firstmeal?”

“Yes, I am. W-would you like some?”

“Please. It’s been ages since I’ve had anything for my fur.”

I fetched the egg and fireweed and set it near the clover pile. Morwenna looked at me and said, in hushed tones, “I love you and I want a pencil.” I looked down at the egg. I had no pencil.

She laughed. I was confused. I didn’t get the pika’s humor. I didn’t think I wanted to understand the pika’s humor.

I cracked the egg, giving Morwenna the pika the egg white and helping myself to the egg yolk. It turns over that egg white is good for pika fur! We shared the clover and I finished the fireweed.

She left as soon as we finished eating. I packed up camp, extinguished the fire, and went for a hike. No sooner did I come into a clearing and realized where I was. I’d camped right near Meow Rock!

Walking over to Meow Rock, I found the legendary catnip fields that surrounded it. I couldn’t help myself. After all, it’s CATNIP. I dove in whiskers first and left my cares behind.

I lost all track of time. Was it minutes I was in the catnip or was it hours? I didn’t know. A quick catnip scented wash got my head together, and I looked up towards the sun. I measured the paw distance between straight up and the sun. it was eight paws, so about four in the afternoon. I had been in the nip for HOURS.

I had one more catnip meal for the road, readied my compass, and started making my way back to Scout Camp. My head was thick and I was very distracted, though, so progress was slow.

And then it happened. I wasn’t paying attention and found myself right alongside a field of VISHUS DEER. And they saw me!

I had little option at this point. I was a goner. Dead. Kaput. Bought the farm. Shuffled off to Buffalo. Soon to be of this world again only as vishus deer poo. I took my compass off of it’s cord and held it in my teeth. I ran.

I ran as fast as I could right at the deer. They scattered, save for one male who stood his ground, antlers held proud. Before he knew what hit him, I was up on his back with the cord around his antlers! I tied my compass to the cord and held on as the deer ran.

Here’s a Cat Scout Top Tip: You can steer deer by turning the antlers.

I steered my untrusty steed towards Scout Camp and held on for deer life. (Sorry!)

And here I am! A minor injury to my leg and missin

It’s Derby Time!

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It time for the annual Cat Scouts Cardwood Derby!

This year, I’m driving with team Furrari. Let me talk yoo through tah car: This MK-II open wheeled racer takes into account the things that did not work so well in the prototype. The axles are run through the body for stability, less understeer, and a lower center of gravity. (Last year they were mounted along the underside of the car in tubes.) Inside are cardboard guards so that the driver’s tail or paws do not get pinched in the axel whilst it turns.

The overall weight is less due to the fasteners along the sides. They look like rivets but are made to secure cardboards together. This means there is no tape or adhesive on the body of the car.

The custom pipes are paper-mached (cardboard mached?) to the right shape and size for this V-12 purr machine. They are attached by teh cardboard fasteners and a bit of glue. (Cat friendly, of course.)

It’s tough to see in the photos is how glittery the engine block really is, but it is full-on glitter.

Also, this year’s derby entry is dedicated to my sisfur, Zoe, who went to the bridge last week. (ZoZo, let’s Motor! I’ll see you in Buffalo!)

Cat Scouts Valentine’s Day Dance

After teh surprise blizzard ending I wuz able to go to teh Cat Scouts Dance. Tiger was mah date for teh evening and she look spectacular! We had a wonderfull time dansing and lapping up teh niptinis. Check us out:

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I fink today is gonna be a quiet day. I’m gonna halp teh scouts clean up and den take a beeeeeeg nap. It’s very cold heer (teh high is supposed to be 3 and teh low -10) and I’m gonna purr for mah feral friends. ❤

Sadie Hawkins Valentine’s Dance wih Lexi

Wow, what a day! It started with a snowstorm in teh morning. As I wuz getting ready to pick up Miz Lexi, over three inches of snow came down! We made it to teh dance safely, tho, and den we had lotsa gud foods and lotsa fun dancing. Lexi is sooper fun to be wif. I’m still walking on catnip clouds cuz I had such a good time!

Aren’t we adorables?!

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On teh way home we were hit wif a surprise blizzard. Teh forecast sed 1-3 inches, but we have closer to 6 and it’s still snowing and teh winds are catarazy!

Now I’m off to teh Cat Scouts dance! Round two, heer I come!

Thanksgiving is Coming! Thanksgiving is Coming!

Last year, I made a presentation for teh CatScout High Counsel:

*clears throat*

It took the pilgrims many days to get to Plimmith. And once they got there, they stayed on the ship because of a rly bad winter, and finally in teh springtime they sed O HAI, I can has friendship? to Squanto teh Indian.

Squanto taught teh starving pilgrims how to grow corn and stuff like that. But Squanto’s kitteh taught all of teh English kittehs how to scratch maple trees and not get sap in yoor furs, open cans of toona, and not to bury their doody wif poisonous plants. He also helped them make moar friends with the nearby Wampanoag Indian tribe and not to get nommed by them.

After teh first successful corn harvest, Guvnor Willyum Bradford organized a beeg fancee feast and invited their new Wampanoag friends. The feest was full of yummeh things – corn stuffed squeekers, fresh burds, toona, and wheat & oat grass salads topped wif catnip. It was the first time a meal of this kind was had in teh USA. Usually the kittehs and the Indians had to eat outside and not at teh table using the gud china and silverware.

I’m thankful for all those who who strive to make homeless cats’ lives better. And I’m Thankful for mah family, and for catnip, and for mah Big Sleeky Scritcher in teh living room. And for CatScouts, because you all make me smile every day!

This year, I’m even more thankful I’ll tell you about it next!

So close but yet so far!

I attended teh CatScouts Jamboree last weekend. There was lots of sooper fun stuff to do that brought lots of us scouts closer together. Teh hardest activity wuz teh Knowledge Bowl.

This Knowledge Bowl was moar like a quiz. Teh winner would be teh most correct answers in teh shortest amount of time. I know most of teh trivias, so I went to town on dat. Timmy nailed teh semaphore guy’s message like a BOSS. Dezi and Wally were answering and scribing and keeping us all in line. We did well, but we didn’t win.

Too bad our communication wasn’t better. We could’ve won the thing! I have a photo of us having the right answers, but it wasn’t what we submitted. Better luck next time. I still love my patrol.

As usual, I was late. I need to work on getting people to respect mah schedule. But that is for another post.

I needs to sleep but I’m too wired. *starts purring*