Sunday

I'm running away from home

I have decided I am running away - my mother spends all of her time at a place called work and now there is a new place called school (she is going to school to be a nurse and take care of people, she doesn't want to count beans anymore, not that I blame her I would rather eat them than count them) - she feeds me and brings me treats and in her "spare time" she plays with me, but it's not like it used to be - what is a bun to do - I am packing and I am out of here unless she shapes up and to make matters worse she doesn't even bother taking a million pictures of me a week - i am going to eat her books then I am going to run away - that will teach her