George's Morning

George's morning, if he could type...

Ferociously chased a red laser dot around the house,

tumbled, sprinted, jumped, and played with sis,

chewed on a phone charger cord,

jumped on the table - made mom yell and threaten to get the spray bottle,

sharpened my claws on the couch,

and was told we would be getting a new home soon. Sis would rather use the shower and floor as her bathroom location rather than the litter box. 

New home you may ask? At Grandma and Grandpa B's farm.

With trees to climb, mice to catch, dogs to tease, and hay to sleep in.

But now, I shall cuddle with mom and make it even harder for her to say g'bye to us.