Yesterday's post went a long way toward making my Mommy feel guilty. She is hard move - she is so sure of herself that she seldom feels guilty. But I slaved and slaved away at that POEM and at the end of the day - I got extra cuddles and treats. GUILT scores! Mission Accomplished!
So the story is, she left me at HOME for almost 5 FULL days in order to go to that place I cannot go to (in reality, pets are not permitted there) . . .
I knew something was up the night before when Mommy #2 pulled out her green Hawaiian print bag. She uses it when she goes on short trips. Now if she pulls out the BLUE bag with a bone on it, then I know I am going along on the trip. But she did not and I have to admit my mood went from curious to sad. My normally curly tail lost its curl as well.
It stayed like that the whole 5 days, according to Aunt T who stayed home. There are only TWO instances that make my tail lose its curl - extreme TIRED or very very SAD.
But this is all ancient history now as BOTH of my Mommys have returned and all is well. EXCEPT I think something is up with Mommy #1. There is a big big plastic bin with a lid in Mommy's room. In it she is putting in stuff like a desk lamp . . . towels. . . new comforter. . . I can't imagine what's going on. I just know that I am not going to like it much.
