Growing up

Mama says I am growing up.  But she talks to me with baby talk. I wish she would make up her mind.

I love my mama. I get to sleep on her bed, she gave me my own pillow and she only looks a little annoyed when I wake up and play with her feet ..... at 4 am ...... sometimes I bite.


She said we are going to move.
I won't live here anymore.

I am glad she is taking me with her.
I will have my own room.
I don't want my own room.
I want Mama's room. I like her bed best.

Time for a nap.