Saturday, December 22, 2007
I am not happy
I hate it when the suitcases come out. I wound up eating tissue again, and that hurt my stomach, so I threw up.
Blondie had been vacuuming and cleaning so much I thought she would pass out.
And she yelled at Hart when he got in her way.
I don't get it.
Why do they go away?
I even sat on the bed and purred and purred while they put clothes in the suitcase. I finally was too tired to try anymore, so I curled up and went to sleep.
I think I am going to be sleeping alot.
Or at least until they come home.
They didn't even put up a tree for Hart and me this year.
I am depressed.
This is a horrible Christmas.