Something's going on

Pete's been in again last night. This time earlier, while our food was out. Tosca (see below) hissed at him. She's very scary. Well I think so anyway, but Pete just kept on munching on our yummy Senior Tuna Whiskas. I'm sure he's supposed to be a vegetarian but he's obviously one of those vegetarians.

I sense there's something going on - Una and the Dr speak in hushed tones of trucks and boxes and "Next week". The last time they talked like this, they put us in boxes and sent us on a very long trip without them where it was very noisy. I really don't want to do that again. I'd rather stay here with Pete, even if I do have to share my Whiskas with him.