At the very end of the summer, we went camping. Not so remarkable. The part that is worth noting is, we took kittens.
I know, who DOES that?
Catching trout in the lake meant DINNER! for poopooheads. They loved it.
Wat iz dat?
We spent a few cold nights at Delintment Lake, in the Malheur National Forest. People saw the kittens and were like, hmmm, as they walked past. It was weird, but yet, it worked. They stayed at the campsite without much wandering, mostly because that was where the FISH and the WARMTH were. They were barely 6 weeks old at the time.
Nom nom nom nom nom...
It's good to get out and do something new....
...makes you more appreciative of the comforts of home.