My mom is being really weird lately. She keeps talking about something called "closing." I don't know what the big deal is, because she closes stuff after I open it all the time. But she seems really stressed out about it. She says we're going to have a new house, and I'll have my own room. Why on earth would I want my own room? I want to be wherever she is!
She's also started putting stuff in boxes. So far she's packed all her books - including my favorite tasty treat, her knitting books. I think she may have lost her mind.
I do have to admit, though, the idea of a back yard all my own is intriguing... so maybe this "closing" and "moving" thing will work out for the best.