Travel Day… Or Not

I want to know something: how come every time my human’s boyfriend pulls out the suitcase and goes somewhere, I almost never get to accompany him?

When my human packs a suitcase, it almost always means I get to come along. In fact, when we went to Portland, she used this very same suitcase.

Maybe if I look really cute, he will decide to take me with him. Then I’ll still get to have cantaloupe every day, right?

But what if he still says no? Maybe I shouldn’t even risk asking.

He’ll never know I stowed away!
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My 2016 calendars are here!