Something's in the air

Things are getting very interesting around here.

Those big boxes are disappearing, but more stuff appears. Treater calls it unpacking. I call it cluttering. It's just more stuff to run around and knock over.

Treater and Napper have pulled out the big suitcases. That always means trouble. They say they're flying to visit the new little tail-puller. I wonder if they have to fly very far and if their arms will get tired.

Usually when they leave, they leave me alone for short trips or a strange person will stop in to make sure I have food and water and a clean box. This time, they said someone special will be coming to stay with me.

Special, my foot.

I figured it out. The Tall Guy Who Picks Me Up is coming over, but he's not bringing Eve, the woofie, with him. Whew.

Treater said he'll be staying with us for several days. He used to be my favorite person until he started picking me up a lot and then started smelling like a woofie. I'm not sure I'll like him this time. Depends on what he smells like and if he tries to pick me up.

Treater here: Spooky, if he's the one who gives you your treats every morning, you'd better behave and act a little bit as if you like him.

Okay, Treater. I guess it could be worse. Eve could be coming, too. Or the tail-puller.