I’ve been dethroned!

Mama put this regal red blanket on my laundry basket the other day so I could lie on the clothes in comfort (Mama: or because you won’t stay out of it & you shed like a pony). Now today she came in and said, “Lucy, you need to give up your throne. It’s been three days & I need clean underwear.” How is that my problem? I’m cozy here! I’m in sunlight half the day! Is perfect! She is not moved by my argument. I need compawnsation! I’m thinking churus & salmon nibbles, but maybe more? Don’t even get me started about how she is going away for the weekend & leaving me with Papa again…

Lucy the Lovebug