“Who wants to party with me?” Asks the Lucy as she stares intently at my laptop. “It’s my 5th gotcha day, mommy, time to celebrate and party,” She nudges closer to me on the couch. She places a paw on my lap, and I know I’m in for it. But is there a party? Does anyone even know? Come on, cut the crap!” She smacks me with her paw. “All I hear are crickets. I’ve sat ideally by as found…
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!! XOXO, The Lucy and Hilary
Lucy is calling all her friends to say thank you for their concern and well wishes when she was sick. She (and us) had a rough time of it. She needed to go to the vet twice. She had crystals and an infection. Fortunately for how bad she was at the doctor, she was great at taking her meds… And she has made a full recovery…
HELLO! Is anyone out there? Nod if you can hear me. Or read this. Or whatever… Hey, it’s me. THE LUCY – remember me? Do I hear crickets? Yeah probably. Thanks to my dumb mommy, no one is here for me in my time of need. Good one, thanks 🙁 Seriously. I’m I’ve had it. Sure you all know I’m angry at her for keeping me away from my bloggy friends. I don’t care that her day job is kicking…