I thought Mom was going to come outside and visit with me on our nice porch in the back with the screen so the big grey cat can't get in. But she did not. She is the bedroom packing the big red suitcase and a floweredy one too. She has a bunch of clothes and more shoes than I can count.

She is going to the place she likes very much with a beach and white sand and water called Destin. She is going to stay in a nice hotel with a porch with chairs where she can see the beach. I am very mad about that because I want to go too and she never takes me any where. I always have to stay home with the big man and well, he gets on my nerves.

Mom says cats cannot go with her on airplanes. Cats CAN go on airplanes. My internet cat friend Lucy, who is very very smart about everything told me that cats have special bags they ride in and they can go on airplanes. Most of the time it does not bother me too bad that Mom goes away and leaves me at home. But this time people are going with her but not me. Yes, one of the people babies is going to the place she likes very much with a beach and white sand and water called Destin. Red Head Boy is going with her! And I am staying home with the big man! That is not fair! Red Head Boy needs to stay home with the big man!

I am so tired of those people babies. They come to our house all the time and they need to stay at their own houses. They bother our nice stuff and they poo in their pants and smell bad. Last Saturday when all the people babies were here, Black Hair Girl picked Moms pretty flowers in the pots and Red Head Boy pee peed in my new water bowl in the back yard. Black Hair Boy got by the window in the kitchen and fell out of it! He did! Mom had to jump out the window to save him! Mom is too old to jump out of windows, even if they are short windows.

The big man fussed at Mom about jumping out the window to save Black Hair Boy. He was not even hurt, he just had our new mulch on him. I tried to tell the big man that he should tell the people kids to stay home and keep those people babies with them. But then what does Mom do? She takes one of them to the place she likes very much with a beach and sand and water called Destin.

Well. I am not happy about this, but I will not whine and cry like that punk Jesse from down the street. Because cool cats don't do that and I am a cool cat.