We are moving. Mum's been packing. And packing. And packing. It's been upsetting me...I've never lived anywhere except our cute little apartment downtown. And now our cute little apartment downtown looks like it's been ransacked...my bed is in a box, my toys have been "downsized". What if I don't like our new home? What if it smells funny? Mums fella is moving with us, so that will be nice, but what if he forgets to feed me when mum is away. Can you see why my Scottie head is so troubled?