Look Out Below

Or above, as the case may be. Mom is in the "it's in the way, I haven't used it, I'm not ever going to use it, throw it out" mood. So beware everybody. Who knows what she will throw out next.

Naw, I don't think she'd throw out Lucky.

I'm trying to be inconspicuous, so that mom doesn't throw me out.


Again, Lucky is totally unconcerned, certain in mom's love for her. Oh well, I really would be lonely without her.