Lucky has lived at Aunt Mel’s farm for many years. When she leaves to run errands, Lucky stays behind and guards the farm, ok, he guards the bed.

Whenever Aunt Mel puts on her shoes, Lucky runs to the bed and lays down. He knows his duty is to secure the home and he chooses to do so from the comfort of a bed and cushy pillows and warm blankets. Usually one or two of the cats join him. They are his leutenants. So as Aunt Mel leaves the house, she peers into the bedroom and everyone is at their post. Lucky wags his tail. Confident in his abilities to take care of things, Aunt Mel leaves, softly closing the front door behind her.

But recently, Lucky has asserted a bit of a passive aggresive streak. As soon as the front door latch clicks closed, he tears up the blankets on the bed, tosses the pillows to the floor, brings his bones, stinking socks from the laundry, muddy barn boots and places them on the bed. Exhausted from all this work, he takes a short nap, then wakes to re-arrange his display followed by another nap. This pattern repeats until Aunt Mel returns to find Lucky proudly sitting in the middle of the bed, happy for her return, tail wagging amidst the mess.

Aunt Mel loves Lucky anyway.