My people love to stay at this little campground whenever we come to watch their grandson play basketball at U of I. Quiet. Friendly. Nice facilities. Nice pond. This last time, I thought I would sneak out of the RV to check it out for myself. When my people woke in the morning, I was out exploring the corn fields. I watched them look all over for me, yelling their silly heads off. Pretty soon the RV folks and lots of the campers were out looking for me. I just sat in the wood pile and watched. People are so cute when they worry. About three hours later, I saw my people leave in their RV, tears in their eyes. Oh well, they’ll be back, I thought, so I continued exploring. Three days later, I began to worry myself - and I was getting hungry except for mice. Out of nowhere, one of the RV Park owners spotted me and coaxed me to come get a bowl of cat food. They called my people, who were in St. Louis by then, and spoiled me rotten until my people showed up the next day to get me. So I guess all I have to say is this is about the best RV park ever - whether you are a lost cat or not.