The Big Black Suitcase

It is a sad day at my house. Mommie is packing the big black suitcase. Me and Monkey know what that means.

Mommie has many suitcases, some are big and some are little. Some are red, some are black, one is flowerdy. When Mommie packs the red suitcases, we know she is going to be back soon. When she packs the big black suitcase, we know she will be gone for a bunch of days and nights. If she packs the flowerdy suitcase with the big black suitcase we are very, very sad because she will be gone for a long, long time.

Mommie is packing the big black suitcase which means she is going away for a bunch of days and nights. Me and Monkey overheard her and the big man talking last night, so we knew she was going to leave us for a while. She is going to a place far away called Florida. She is going to ride on an airplane to get there. Me and Monkey have never been on an airplane and we would like to go sometime, too. Big man gets to go sometimes, but we always have to stay home. That is not fair.

Mommie's job makes her go away a lot, which is not good for me and Monkey or the big man. We all like Mommie and we like for her to be at home. She likes to be home too, but she still goes away on airplanes.

Mommie and the big man were talking about Florida and Mommie likes to go there. She said it is warm and sunny and she will get to walk on the beach. I would like to be warm and sunny, but I know what a beach is and I don't want to go there. Maybe I could stay in the room.

Sometimes when Mommie gets home from her work trips, she tells funny stories about airplanes and airports. Me and Monkey love to hear Mommie's stories mostly because it means Mommie is at home!

While Mommie is gone, the big man feeds me and Monkey. I am kinda scared of the big man but Monkey is not. Monkey will just jump in his lap and attack his socks. I walk up to him real slow and sometimes he pets me for a little bit. He doesn't let me lay in his lap and purr like Mommie does. I miss Mommie when she is gone. But she always comes back. I hear her car coming down the street and I run to the garage to meet her. I always purr when I see her get out of the car. She picks me up and hugs me and tells me she misses me when she is gone. My mommie loves me and she is glad to see me when she gets home. I am a lucky Kitty.