So, they’ve up and left me again.  Dad dropped me off on Friday evening and then stayed around to get a haircut.  It was just enough to distract me from the change of location.  I made a lovely little pile in the corner of Grandma’s kitchen.  She came along later and swept it up, but by then I had moved on to other interests.

Grandma’s not around all day the way mom has been, but I don’t really care, because I spend most of my time sleeping.  She also doesn’t have that noisy box that brings in the cold air and new smells.  But she does have lots of big windows where I can watch the birdies.  There are lots of different birdies here.  There are also some ugly little gray things with fluffy tails.  They seem to drive the birdies nuts.

I don’t know how long I am going to be here.  I’ll know it is time to go when they bring out that awful gray box and carry me around.  That is my least favorite part of going to Camp Grandma.