A British Shorthair kitten training for mountains, campsites, and window seats. Follow the training. Learn how it's done.


Ten weeks old. Fits in two hands. Zero trail miles. All heart.
Day one: he chose the biggest blanket in the house and claimed it.

First rule of adventure school: the harness is not the enemy.
Wore it for five minutes. Napped in it for forty.

Backpack training. The expedition vehicle is currently also a bedroom.
If it zips, he sleeps in it.

Car rides. Porch patrols. New smells logged daily.
Slept through his first traffic jam. A professional.
Mountains. Campsites. A window seat at 30,000 feet. He doesn't know it yet. He will.
The log is just getting started.
Pounce drills, live from basecamp. Training is going extremely well.
Can a cat really be trained for adventure? He's doing it in real time — and every method gets documented here as he learns it.
Short sessions, real rewards, zero pressure. Churro learned his name in three days because every "Churro!" ended in something good.
Status: nailed it.
The harness shows up before breakfast, then disappears. It means food, play, and nothing scary. That's the whole trick.
Status: wearing it like a uniform.
The pack lives on the floor, open. He moved in on his own. Now short carries around the house before any real trail day.
Status: naps inside voluntarily.
Five-minute rides that end at home. New sounds, new smells, always safe. Adventure cats are built one calm trip at a time.
Status: sleeps through traffic.
Every training win, every nap in the gear, every first — posted as it happens.