It all started in the car. Crying. Mommy had a meeting so she couldn't come for my play. I was crying...it was decided. She couldn't come.
A week later, we started our drive to New Hampshire. When I heard we were at the hotel, I couldn't believe my eyes! It was a mansion. A Paradise. It was HUGE!
There was a golf course; a tennis court; a volley-ball net; an outdoor swimming pool; an indoor swimming pool; a HUGE porch; we even had to wear a dress to dinner!
After two and a half days, I wondered why I told mommy not to have that meeting! After all, If she had not gone for the meeting, we would not be here!
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I, Mickey Margie's cat, declare I want to live in a mansion now. I love food.
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