So, I was already a little out-of-sorts when we came back to my other Grandma and Grandpa's (who, from here on out, will be Manga and Panga because that's what my human cousin Emma calls them and I'm tired of explaining everytime). Manga and Panga were asleep, so Mom was trying to be quiet, but I wanted to play with a squeaky. I found one under the table and started down the hall with it when Mom took it and put it up on a high shelf. She acted like if she put it away I wouldn't know where it was anymore and I would forget about it!
I confess, I felt that my intelligence was being insulted. I sat right in front of the shelf and stared at my toy, just to show Mom that I knew what she was up to. I may get silly sometimes, but I'm very smart and (after a good night's sleep, of course) I will think of a way to free my squeaky.