We're learning slowly about cats in motorhomes. We thought we had worked out a plan on our first trip. We put the 2 cats and dog in the front, closed the bedroom door, and brought the slides in. Then we put the cats and dog in the back and brought the front slides in.
Then we opened the door.
The dog,
George S. Patton, Jr. walked out.
I started searching for the cats.
Arthur Pendragon was under the bed. I captured him and removed him to the front. But Emerald was nowhere to be found.
We realized that with the slides closed the panels separating the bed from the engine compartment had gaps.
I started pulling out access panels. No cat.
More panels. Finally I saw a tail sitting on some electronic modules. I could barely reach it but successfully extracted
Emerald. We put her in the front.
Then we started up and moved the coach. We hadn't gotten 100 yards when The Redhead said "Arthur is missing. Pull over."
We were on a one lane dirt road deep in a ranch. There was nowhere to pull off to except a field.
I did. A search turned up one area of cabinetry that might have been accessible from the area between the cabinet on the kitchen slide and the cabinet not on the kitchen slide. Behind that cabinet was a plywood plate held in by Phillips head screws. It was big enough to conceal a cat.
I went to the basement and retrieved a Phillips head screwdriver and returned. Arthur had appeared magically.
Both cats have since traveled in their crate. They do not like it. Scratching and howling noises disturb the "silence" of a motorhome in flight. We turn up the SIRIUS a bit. On the other hand they're very friendly when we stop.
But then The Redhead decided to walk Arthur because he wanted out all the time. She got him a harness and
took him for a walk.
This worked once. The next time he played Houdini cat and threw the harness over his head and ran under the coach, attempting to climb one of the leveling jacks while I was destroying knees and elbows trying to reach him on the 1-2" rocks that make up the gravel at the site. Eventually The Redhead reached him. He hid in the curbside sofa for the next three days, but
he has recovered now.
Holes in Ultraleather? Too busy to notice.