We're found!

Neighbor S came back again today and found us in the golf bag in the closet. About damn time. I still can't forgive K for leaving without us. Frickin' moron. And then her neighbor can't even find us the first time. It isn't like this place is a palace or anything. Barely big enough to house a mouse, let alone a human, two cats, a dog, and a stuffed giant monkey that I can't get off my back.

Neighbor S took us to the post office. The POST OFFICE! Not the airport. What about my first class seat? What about the hot stewardesses? What about my martini at Legal Seafood in Terminal C at Logan? Wow, this chick has balls! She put us into a box and sent us to Maine. She didn't even poke holes in the goddamned box so that we could breathe. The conditions in here are horrible. Inhumane! Someone call the ASPCA or Amnesty International or something!

We'd better get there in time. I'm going to give K a piece of my mind!

Somebody get me another paper bag. I'm starting to hyperventilate again!