Phew

Mama came back.
Her bags smell like another cat, but I can't figure out which cat.
I have been doing a lot of snuggling.
Mama keeps asking if I liked the Rabbi's daughter, but I'm not telling. Some stuff is private.
Last night we had a fire. That was really fun.
The only thing that's kind of bothering me is that she didn't put away her stuff. She said she'd just be packing it up again in a few days.
What on earth could that mean?