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Dear Diary,
Today, I felt like royalty. King Reggie, ruler of the living room, master of the couch, and wearer of Dadās hat. Yep, his hat. It fits me like it was made for my majestic head. And now that itās getting colder, Dadās been busting out his winter collectionāsoft, warm, head-hugging masterpieces. I approve.
This morning? 35 degrees. Brrr. Dad said itās time to move someplace warmer, and honestly, Iām packing my squeaky toys already. Even Arya was shivering, and sheās usually the tough one. Willow? Sheās a beast. Cold doesnāt faze her. But the moment a firework goes off or someone drops a spoonāpoofāsheās under the blanket like a ninja.
I canāt wait for sweater season. Or maybe a jacket. Something regal. Something that says, āYes, Iām cold, but Iām also fabulous.ā
Until next time, Reggie š¶š

