A moving story

Just a mini holiday with Granny and Baba after all. Nice, but after a while I wanted to go back home.

What's this place? This isn't my home... it's much bigger, but that looks like Mum's sofa... and yes, she's sitting on it. Dad's here too - that's a relief, but I wish he'd take more notice of me, rather than emptying all those boxes. Hang on... I remember the boxes.. getting in my way.

That's odd, nobody seems to be getting up to go home. And they're letting me crawl all over the place. I wish I could stay here!