I am leaving home. I'm going to find a place where I will be appreciated for my singular talents and not overlooked and moved about like I am a piece of furniture.
Tonight I was going to help my Mommy with her giant scrapbook, the one she pastes newspaper articles and stuff in, so I settled down on one of the pages to help out. Well, this wasn't good enough. No, she had to pick me up and move me over so she could "turn the page". So I left her room. I know when I'm not wanted.
Then I went into Kinsey kittens room and she had her top junk holder out, the ones that slide in and out of the big boxes. Well, left in the big box was a poodie size hole that led to another junk holder, holding none other than soft, warm clothes all in neat piles just waiting to be poodie-ized. Yes, I snuggled in. Well, this was not good enough either because in comes Mom and moves me so she can put the missing junk holder back.
I've had it. I'm moving.