I was in the Army, stationed at Fort Belvoir, VA. My wife and I had been married less than year and we rented a pop-up from the Post AAFES and towed it with my Chevy S-10 pick-up. We went to Fort Story, Virginia near Norfolk, VA as there was a military campground there and it was just North of Virginia Beach a little. Today, First Landing State Park is right there, don't know if the post campground is still there or not. This was 30 years ago.
We took our cat. Never been camping with the cat before, and in a pop-up. All was going well until the first night. So here we are, it's pitch black, wife and I in bed in our skivies. The cat starts making a fuss, and next thing I know, he's figured out a way to slip through the canvas on the bunk end and he got out!
I jumped out of bed (in my skivies) and barefoot and started calling, "Here kitty, kitty, kitty!" Nothing. "Here kitty, kitty kitty!" Then my wife would laugh, and say, "The cat's over there" ..... "where?" .... "Over there, can't you hear him?" And then I hear this... "ruffle, ruffle, ruffle" in the weeds. I'd head for that direction and call, "Here kitty, kitty, kitty", then "Ruffle, ruffle, ruffle" in a different direction.
By now, my wife was laughing so hard, and I'm trying to be quiet so no other campers will know I'm out there (in my skivies)... but, it's still pitch black dark out there, especially in the trees and weeds.
She's laughing louder and louder, I'm getting more and more paranoid, and the cat just won't come back to me! (I'm still in my skivies!)
Finally, I gave up. I went back to the camper and my wife is laughing hysterical at me. The cat had been back in the camper about 15 minutes earlier when she opened the door he just came back in! He was on the bed with her!
To this very day, I still don't know what that "ruffle, ruffle, ruffle" sound in the weeds was!
