Mrs. Peeps bought me a tent for Christmas. I am not sure why as I am not much of a traveller, and I certainly am not a fan of camping. It's not like I'll ever be roughing it. I mean, if I am not brave enough to walk past the elevators in our hallway, how could I possibly be cut out for the great outdoors, tent or no tent? Who knows what terrors (and, probably more important, inconveniences -- like the wind mussing my fur and sand in my toes) await an urban cat outside these trusted walls? Just thinking about it makes me afraid. Nope, nosiree, a tent is just not for me.
I hope my buddy Skitter is enjoying her new tent...hopefully she is a more adventurous soul than this urban chick.
Call me tent-free, pampered, and loving it!