Tyson doesn't think I should pack. He actually doesn't think I should leave him for a couple of days. He walked in the room and stopped in the doorway, staring at the bed. He let out that obnoxious meow of his (deep throated, mournful sounding) and jumped up on the bed, attacking the suitcase with his claws. After getting yelled at twice and removed from the bed twice, he laid back down on the suitcase and glared at me.
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