Ahhh...this is one of the things I loved about our mountain house, long afternoon naps in my favorite chair. Mom and Dad are each napping on their own futon. I usually start here, then end up over with Mom. Why did we have to leave.....
But it is good to be home, after eleventy-two-million years in the green moving box. Not only did I got through my five step process, I went through my fifteen step process, which is five steps repeated three times (first complain loudly, go through all the rest of the steps, finally settle down, then repeat, complain loudly....) Mom can't believe I'm the same kitten that used to sleep on her lap all the way up to and back from the moutain house. Well, hey, I'm a teenager now, and I'm telling you, this ain't as much fun as it used to be! Now, I wasn't really that bad, but I was wearing myself out. So Mom put me in the PTU for the last little bit. I didn't like it, but I did settle down and almost fell asleep. Mom's threatening to take Riley and Tiki's advice and take me for a drive every week, so I get more used to it. Every week! Hmm...well, maybe if she gave me temptations afterwards.
