I hates da care now for some weason. Mama asks me why. I does not know. Pewhaps it is because I wecently had a twiggered memowy of when dey taked me away before. Pewhaps it is because it makes me kinda nauseas. Pewhaps it is just because whenever she puts me in it we're gone for like hours! But any way you looks at it, I hates da car. I wuns back up da stairs and says "Mama don't takes me!" But she does anyway.
The good part was I gots to spend the weekend with Mimi and Pops. I loves my Mimi and Pops. They gives me treats and kisses and hugs and lets me sit with them for like hours. They's good peoples. But oh the agony of havings to sit in da car for hours. I even considered just stayin' with Mimi and Pop to not have to ride back, but then I wealized I might never see Mama or Daddy again. I coulds not do it. So i swept home. Sweeping cures most anything. And tahnkfully Mama did not leave the window down and belt showtunes the whole way home so Is could sleeps.
Oh wells, we is home now, safe and sounds where I belong. But I can't help feeling that it's not gonna last long...there's boxes everywhere. It makes me nervous.
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