Back at my old home.

I thought I missed my old family. It wasn't until I returned that I realized how much I really hate the dog. At least I can ignore Gibson.

I'll just give Todd a few days to relax. He usually goes back to normal after a while. I feel bad for Pixie and the other kitties under his house, but I know he loves me.

My old owners (Steve and Babe) have been doing strange things

again. Just like before, the home is full of brown cubes, and the clutter keeps disappearing. I'd better get off of Steve's computer before he comes back in the house.

I'll stay here for 3 or 4 days, then I'm heading back home with Todd. I sure hope he moved my food bowl back upstairs.