My humans have been so stressed lately. My usual home had seen big and small boxes coming in and disappearing. The humans made a lot of noise with those boxes and tapes, and they kept taking things away. The house became so empty, in the end, and we were sleeping on the floor on a weird bed (air mattress, they said) for the past week or so.
When they finally took the last piece out of the house, they put me in the car, went somewhere, unloaded some of the things, and after 4 hours of driving, boom! we have arrived at my favorite backyard!!
They say I'll have to stay here with my grand humans for a while until we have the home ready to live. I don't understand. We had a place to live. The place I have grown up. Why can't we go back and live there?
They say I will like the new place. I dunno. I like my usual home just fine...