Mama has been putting some stuff in boxes and crates. We still don't have the movers arranged, but we have to start doing something, I guess.
I am a little leary of this moving thing. What if she forgets me? What if I don't like it there?What if I really miss the carpeting, and my special foodie place and stuff? What if I can't find "my spot"?
I think I feel like Buddah did when they moved the first time. I have been here ever since I was one year old! I don't know any other place!
Some things to think about.
A purple heart? Hmmm. *blush*
love, and smoochies for my Sugar Pie and his blue heart,