Pre-trip Blues

My trip began rather uneventfully. Busta packed me in his bag- a little too unceremoniously for my taste! Then there was the long car ride from Bloomington to Moline. Boy, that Busta sure can't sing! Finally, we arrived at Anna's abode. Hurrah! I'm ready to fly! Wait a minute. Why don't I see any suitcases? What do you mean, the trip doesn't start for another week? What am I supposed to do in Moline for a whole week? Look at your Christmas tree?! Oh sure. Take down the tree now. For Pete's sake, this is not what I had in mind. I'll just sit here next to the telephone and wait for my life to call. Um, Anna, could I please NOT sit here by myself all week? Your cat looks like he enjoys chicken a little too much for my comfort. Ahhh. After 3 days of staring down the cat, I was allowed to migrate to Anna's bedroom. Wow! There's a lot of stuff in here! I think I'll spend the rest of the week exploring Anna's room. Better use a ball of twine so I don't get lost on my trek.