Well, everything made me think we were moving. All the closets were empty. Paths to everywhere. Boxes and stuff all over. I don't like jumping everywhere, ya know. I'm a little old for that kinda stuff all day long. Yuck. Yuck. Yuck.
They camed in and were loud. They took the closets apart. They painted. They did something called mud. They put in new shelves and stuff. It smelled. Mama and I were stuffed up. We stayed here and shouldn't have. But mama put me in my soft prisoner unit, and half on her knee so that I had a comfy sort of pillow to put my head on. And gaved me Denta Bites. And chick-hen.
We tried to put stuff back. Then mama hurted.
She wented to two doctors. She gotted pills to take that made her sleepy. I sat on her most of today while she napped.
She goes back to a doctor on Monday for her back.
Most of the stuff is put back. Not all of it.
They didn't put in doors. So I can go in and out of all the closets. That part is kinda fun.