Lucy and the Pussycat.

We very recently got a putty tat.... She is Very Cute, and her name is Sophie =)

Lucy LOVES Sophie, in that squishy way that only toddlers through to preschoolers can manage.... you know.... "Oh Soffeeee *sighs happily and squeezes the life force out of poor defenceless kitten* I loves you, you my famiwy."


Annnnnyway...


Sophie has this habit of disappearing.... or should I say... Lucy has a habit of putting Sophie in cupboards....


She will hide her somewhere, then come to see me smiling cheekily and say "mommy where is soffeee?" *much laughter*

I will race around trying to find the poor kitten before she is too traumatised.

So far I have found her in:
Lucy's wardrobe ("Cat in my cloves mommy!")
The TV cabinet ("heehee pussy cat watching YOUR movies mommy!")
The couch ("She norty isn't it mommy?")
The toy box (*rolling around laughing*)

Today was perhaps the worst. I raced off looking for her, only to hear a pitiful mewing from Lucy's play kitchen. Yes. The cat was in the toy oven. JUST. She had obviously been truly squished in, because as soon as I opened the door she toppled out. Lucy's response? "I cook dat cat mommy, She my fwend!"

Now I am getting nervous about her going to school..... What if she tries to cook her friends? (btw I still have the giggles, because I had to save them up until she was in bed! hAhahAHAHaHHAhhAhHahHA omfg it was hilarious =P That poor damn cat.)