Lots of strange things happened today, and I don't like any of them.
The British One and Softie's friend Christian came over last night with a very large, noisy orange truck. Then he spent the night.
Bright and early this morning the three of them were up loading our belongings into the orange truck. Then more people came over and put stuff into the truck. Almost everything went into the truck except me! They also left behind Softie's office chair (which I sat on and wouldn't let anyone take away) and the chair in the lounge that I like to sleep on. The British One calls the chair a "Po-ang." Softie also left my favorite blankie draped over the Po-ang.
Now they have left me alone and I'm not sure what to do. The old lady came over a little while ago and gave me food, but I don't know where the British One and Softie are. They've been gone all day and it's getting late.
What if they don't love me anymore? What if they have left me behind? What if I never see them again?!
Who's going to clip my nappy dreads? Who will feed me? Who will let me sleep on top of them when the weather turns cold?
I wish I knew what is happening.