Really.
Hellllll-OH---OH! I'm a CAT, remember? Cat = Curious.
Yeah, sure. This from the lady who told my my cat hammock problem was "teeny weeny and not worth worrying about."
I'm a CAT, not a DOG, for Heaven's sake. I may have been born AT night, but I wasn't born LAST night.
(harumph)
Mom put some clothes in the suitcase. Not her working clothes, but her weekend clothes. She put extra undies and socks in there, and a nightgown, and her hat and her jewelry.
She emptied out her bureau and put all the stuff in a big box. She added the shoes she hardly ever wears, her purses and her scarves. Then she taped the big box shut and added it to the stack in the other room. Those boxes are popping up everywhere, and it's getting kinda crowded in here.
She said my very own big box is coming real soon, but it won't come here, it will be delivered to the "new" house. (Which isn't new, by the way. It's old. It's older than dirt. It's like 30 years old.) She said it is coming all the way from Catifornia (which is where Mr Karate & Rubylocks live) and it will get "here" (actually "there") in a week. She says Mr Brown is bringing it for me and I will forget all about my cat hammock when I see it.
Yeah right. Sounds like another diversion to me.
I think my Mom is losing it. She actually said she thought she could see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Kitties, I, being a Cat, am an Expert at digging. And I can tell you definitively there is NO tunnel anywhere around here, let alone a light at the end of one.
sigh. I think I need a nap.
