There’s lot’s of things going on this morning. Mummsy’s not herself at all. She appears rather nervous. When I laid against her this morning, her heart beat erratically. She’s been on and off the phone a lot this weekend. After she hangs up, she sighs. In fact, she’s been sighing a lot and crying, too.
One of my sisters is in trouble. She’s been thrown out of her house into the street. She can have my house, but mummsy says she won’t fit.
Mummsy planned to thank Laila Knight for the Liebster Award and to post a mini book review on The Dream Spell today. Hopefully, in a couple days she’ll be back to normal. I don’t like it when mummsy’s sad or upset.
Maybe this will help her find her Zen again.
Any other suggestions?
Very truly yours,
Sir Poops-A-Lot
