Ziva and the Road Trip

I think my mother enjoys torturing me.

First, she is out of the castle for a whole blooming week. Apparently, she was sick, and felt better at Bow Tie’s home than at our castle. Whatever that means.

So, I get a small cold.

Then, she comes back and starts running around packing boxes. She’s been doing that for the past two days! They locked me up in my chambers yesterday and disappeared with a dozen or so packed boxes. What I didn’t know yesterday….

Today, I found out where the boxes were going.

Mom put me back in that…that…cage!…and then took me on a “little trip” as she called it. The trip itself wasn’t so bad. What the main problem I had was being in the cage again, and then the destination. She…took me…somewhere else!!! Then she asked me what I thought of the new castle! I defended myself behind her shoes while she unpacked some boxes with fragile things, then in the closet when she was unpacking some boxes of cloths so the boxes could be reused.

Then, she had the audacity to pull me out of the closet! I proceeded to find shelter under a pile of her cloths…to which she found funny for some reason. Then, she put me back in the cage, and brought me home again. I don’t know why she took me away in the first place. But…then…she keeps calling it the new castle. I…I…

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