Next Time, I Go With?

As I mentioned on Friday, mom had to travel for work. She brings the suitcase up from the basement and leaves it out so that we know something's up. I didn't really pay attention, though. She was very tired when she got home so she didn't unpack until the weekend. I saw my opportunity and took it. There weren't any strange smells on anything. It was just a chance to remind her that I need to leave my fur on the clothes she's taking.

She had an oops while she was gone and fell on her right knee. She's been hobbling around the house and the suitcase hasn't gone back down the basement yet. But, since Sunday, my sister and I haven't slept in it. It's not fun when she kind of expects us to, you know.

At one point, mom asked, "Why are you being an impediment?" I don't know what that means. I'm just being comfy.

I fits nicely. Think I can convince her to take me along on the next trip?

See you next week.

Pilchard