Sir Weebly Wobblybottom, who is Persia's lovely cyber boyfriend, informed
her she is indeed correct ("Mommy is up to sumfin").  I've been taking
clothes out of the big soft box with the zipper (suitcase) and puttin them
back in.  She sniffed suspiciously at the plastic bag by the kitchen
entrance that has her Hill's x/d food in it, even though I'd just provided
her with her afternoon bit of it 2 feet away.  She's been extra lovey-dovey,
probably in hopes I won't plop her in the carrier and take her to the smelly
place.  I sure hope I can be nonchalant enough in the morning when it comes
time to do exactly that.  I'm nervous and I'm sure she's reading off that.

Purrs for all in need in my absence.

Jill