I've got a feeling of deja vu. I've seen it so many times. The same odd behaviour of my parents. But I thought I was safe now. After all, it's been 4 and a half years since the last time.
The place is filling up with boxes. They're talking about what they can live without. What to sell. What to get rid of. I've heard my name mentioned a few times. But they can't possibly being discussing getting rid of me. Mum wouldn't do that to me.
Then again, she's been spending a lot of time on ebay. She better not be thinking about putting me up for auction.
There's all this stuff piled up on the driveway this morning and people keep coming and looking. They've already sold my chair and my bed! I'm insulted - despite the fact that I stopped using the bed over a year ago. I'm 10 years old! Surely that's too old to be sleeping in a Winnie the Poo kids lounge.
And I've heard whisper that when we move, I have to be invisible. Pretend I'm not there. Last time they tried that, the neighbour busted me and dobbed me in. He thought he was king of the villa or something. Problem is, I like sitting in windows, and so many house owners are just not cat friendly.
Your pal, about to be in transit, Dorkus