Getting worried

There is a LOT of stuff in my house but it is not mine. My old room has the door shut because girlkitty peed on the rugs. I am worried. I can't get in the room with all the stuff. It's my job to keep all that stuff smelling right and I can't get in there.

Mama is busy. She keeps moving all our stuff around. Sharp stuff, poison stuff, messy stuff goes up high. Boring stuff goes down low. She is always bringing bags of MORE stuff into the part of the ment. She's also busy bringing stuff OUT of the part of the ment. She says we have to make room. FOR WHAT????

Yesterday, she took out a big suitcase and measured it.

I was NOT happy.

But she put it away.

Phew!