Well my furfriends I finally made it back.
Let me tell you I had an adventure.
Last week, Mom grabbed me and stuck me in the PTU. I was not a happy girl by any means. But I soon realized I was not going to the Vet. When Mom opened the top of the PTU and let me look out I knew something different was up. We rode and rode and rode. WE rode for a squillion years (like 6 hours Abby ---like I said forever). Then we finally stopped at a new house in a different state! There is 3 woofies in this house, but Mom took me downstairs where I stayed the whole time. I was a bit scared to come out of my PTU and as soon as I could I went and hid under the bed. I stayed there until Mom came to bed each night. Then just to be safe I guarded her. I slept on top of her chest next to her neck. I made sure to keep walking up and down her body to keep her awake. I was a bit apprehensive for about 30 hours but once I sorted everything out I was OK. I didn't like being by myself though. I hate to admit this: I missed my siblings. They were being taken care of by a furry nice purrson. Mom was afraid that I would be too much for someone new to handle with all of my eccentricities. I don't know what she is talking about though.
But, I am glad to be back home, and the other kids are sure glad Mom is back home too.Now we just need to get everything back to normal....
