Seriously… Enough is enough already. I’ve haven’t had an easy time of it lately. I am nervous and worried. Things are just not right around here.
Something fishy (and I don’t mean the delicious kind of fish) started about a month or so ago… My mommy started bringing a LOT of boxes home. It was wonderful. I had so much fun playing in them. My mommy even took a full week off from work and my grandma came up from Florida. I had a blast walking on bubble wrap, sitting in boxes, and being smothered with attention.
But then the honeymoon, so to speak ended. Little by little mommy and daddy stole all the boxes. I have no idea where they went. Then a couple of weeks ago I was shoved into my “safe room” and was held hostage for a FULL day. When I was finally let free I discovered so many things (dining room table, chairs, daddy’s big speakers, my brother Alex’s favorite carpet, my silly chair….) were all gone too!
I wasn’t concerned. I figured the stuff would reappear. But it didn’t. And to make matters worse, each day mommy and daddy make more stuff disappear. While I wasn’t overly concerned when it was just their stuff, my worry has reached a red alert now. My stuff has started going missing too! Every time mommy and daddy leave I worry that they will also go missing. Now don’t get me wrong, I can use a break from those two, but I do need them to open my cans of food. Which by the way, I used to have a full closet of Fancy Feast. Now there are just two cans left.
Mommy and Daddy keep taking me for rides in the car. They call it practice. Practice for what? Mommy asked me yesterday if I was ready to go to my new home on Sunday. I walked over to my carrier case and smacked it. I tried to say yes. I don’t really understand. I am home now. The beach is my home. But they keep talking about a new place, and I have a feeling they are heading there. And since I must follow the food, and the people with thumbs, I guess I have to find out what this new home is. I just hope I like it.
Wish me luck. Sunday is the big day….