soooo I think my mommy is going away somewhere. Her suitcase is out and she has been getting things ready all day long. I hope I get to go, even though car rides make me kind of queasy and I have to sit in this tiny little cage. I keep getting in the suitcase so she doesn’t forget to pack me but I just get in trouble every time I do it. That leads me to believe that I won’t be going with her. I hate when she leaves and leaves me and my sister here. It’s fun for a day or two until I really miss her and wish she would come back.

I’m going to try and hide my mommy’s things so she won’t be able to pack for her trip. Be back later!