Moving?

Last night, soon after dinner, sister Amy came by. I didn't think anything about it as she often comes by and we play our little game where I run and hide and she tries to find me and pick me up. Yesterday was no exception, or so I thought.

Amy did something strange. Her and mom removed all of the cushions from the two divans and took them outside. I didn't see where they took them but I found it odd. Figuring they would bring them back in I decided to just hang out and not get too worked up about it. The funny thing is that they never brought them back in and in fact, Amy came back in and sat on one of the divan's without cushions. Well ol' Roo's curiosity was, to say the least, piqued.

A little while later dad came in and brought in a folding chair and sat in it. I thought this was really strange, but he is sucha dork that God only knows what he'll do next. What did happen next still has your host perplexed.

Some man came to the house. Everyone seemed to know him and I may have seen him before, but as I usually run from company I wasn't sure. This guy and dad then proceeded to take the 2 davenports out of the house pretty much the same as the cushions. Curiosity had just given way to fear.

Eventually Amy and that man left but the divan's didn't come back in. Mom's recliner is still here, but dad was in his folding chair until they left the house. Roo didn't want them to leave without him, but they asked me to be good so I figured they would be back. But I sat on the table watching the door intently until they came back. Well they did come back, but they didn't have our furniture.

I just got up a little bit ago and it still isn't here. Now I am worried. Did Amy and that man steal our furniture? Roo reads the news, was the furniture reprocessed from a alack of payment. Things are tough all over. Or, are we moving?

Roo is no spring chicken any more and a move may be more than he can handle. I have vowed to stay here no matter what. Hopefully our furniture will come back today as I miss my arm on the divan to "ride high" as dad puts it.

For now though, color me worried!

Roo