Saturday, February 12, 2005

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.



Blogger Max said...

Ohhhh I had to move a few months ago, and it's NOT fun! It involves sleeping in stinky places and being locked in the car for FOUR days. I don't recommend it, not at all...

12:25 PM

Blogger Roopunzel said...

I would be askeeeert to move. After what Max said I'd be even more askeert.


1:51 PM

Blogger Timmy said...

Don't leave my dear fellow poodie. Beans just get fussy sometimes. You're appreciated, trust me. Does your bean give you yummy food? If the answer is yes, then I wouldn't move. Just put the bite on somethin' It'll make ya feel better :)

6:52 PM


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