You poor baby! I’ve got the suitcases out again, and packed my “rolling office” for another trip. By the look on your face one would think I’m abandoning you to a fate worse than death. I have it on good authority, though, that when I’m gone you lay in my leather recliner and eat “bon bons” (that’s for you, Miss Pudgy Paws!) all day while I’m slaving away for 14 hours a day. I don’t know how you tolerate such treatment!