After Pippa got so sick and left us, my Mom promised me she wasn't going to foster again. Well you know what? She is a BIG FAT LIAR!! Because guess what. This guy is coming to stay with us next week.
His name is Colonel. He's three years old and some people brought him to the shelter where Pippa's mom volunteers. Well you know my Mom, she just couldn't say no. Great, juuuuuust GREAT!!!
With a name like Colonel, I hope he doesn't think that means he gets to be the boss of me!!
And I'm turning four years old next Wednesday, Mom better not try to pass this fella off as a birthday present. Because I won't stand for it!! Or sit for it, for that matter.
I must escape before next week. I will need assistance and possibly a place to stay once I figure out my route. I am thinking Indianapolis sounds nice.