Every had that feeling that it’s going to be a bad day? Check that. A VERY bad day. My servants moved all of their stuff out of the apartment, including them, but they forgot one very important thing: ME! What’s a girl to do? Oh, heck, they did leave me this umbrella. Why, I have no idea because they took everything else. I’ll sit under it and think, because I sure am in a pickle. Doors are shut, and I have no thumbs. And there isn’t any food in my bowl. Help?