My home is in ruins! Everything has been moved, none of the rooms make sense any more. There use to be a chair, here in the corner by the window. Gone I tell you. It’s now sits over there by the wall. Boxes, boxes everywhere and not a single one to climb in, what is the point then of so many boxes? And the cleaning- all my humans are cleaning. Washing windows, scrubbing floors, vacuuming carpets. I’m down here at your feet and you are not paying attention to me, when oh when will this house be in order, again?

 

-Misty