Just a couple of sketches of Logan wearing his diaper. And Freddy. Illustrating how much Logan hates his diapers…
Abys run funny. I don’t know what it is…they sort of kick their backlegs out and they look like Phoebe that time she ran on Friends.
I haven’t had an Aby yet who didn’t run like this. Jacoby and Angel both run with this odd, legs-splayed running style.
And it appears that Alfred is as much of an Aby as they are.
We went outside just to take some photos, and since Freddy doesn’t feel like he needs to wear a coat, we figured he could come out with us.
I mean, we weren’t going to be outside very long, probably less than 15 minutes, so there was no point in putting a lot of effort into the going outside preparation.
And Freddy loved it.
But…he runs like a goof.
Cats are graceful animals as a whole…but there are exceptions.
Freddy is definitely among them.
Still, it is kind of refreshing that he favours enthusiasm over style. That’s nice.
That being said, I dare you to look at this photo and not giggle.
Two years ago this month, Boston had an unseasonably marvelous Sunday afternoon. I needed to go to the Apple Store on Boylston, and I decided to walk there with Jacoby. Apple Stores, as a whole, are known to be pet-friendly, and the Boston flagship store is no exception.
We were walking home after having my MacBook Pro checked by the lovely Geniuses, just enjoying the still-warm February evening and enjoying Boston, when…
…We met a boy.
A boy in a stroller. It was adorable. Jake was checking out the kid’s stroller, and the kid was checking out Jake’s. It was like when two vintage car owners see each other on the street, comparing chrome and fin height.
It took him a little while to screw up the courage, but finally the boy reached out and petted Jake. I couldn’t tell with the pacifier in his mouth, but I think he was smiling.
After we parted ways, Jake went back to looking at the fancy windows at Lord and Taylor. He always liked looking at those windows.
Last week, I found a lovely deal on herring (sill in Swedish) – 75kr a kilo! I wanted to use it to make something Thai with rice noodles, and I found a delicious recipe for khanom jeen nam ya/i>, a delicious fish curry designed to use a strong-flavoured, oily fish such as barracuda, mackerel, or herring.
While we were eating it, we left the remainder in the wok, with what we thought was a heavy enough lid on it to protect the delicious fish curry inside.
We. Were. Wrong.
Alfred managed to get under the lid and used his grabby Aby hands to reach into the wok and eat my delicious fish curry.
He clearly enjoyed it. Lemongrass, kaffir lime leaves, coconut milk, and all.
And then he went in for more. Reach…
“Don’t you tell me ‘NO,’ mom…”
…and eat again.
Rinse and repeat. Until we caught him, anyway.
He is shameless. But it wasn’t all him. In the photos, you can see Jacoby in the background…well he had a slightly greasy head later on. I am pretty sure that he is the one who pushed the lid off!
Last year for Valentine’s Day (called “Alla hjärtans dag,” “all hearts day” in Sweden), I had an early morning class, and I left for class before Björn went to work, so I drew him a little Valentine cartoon.
Later, in class, I doodled Jacoby with some roses. And a little poem for Björn which says:
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I’ll love you
When you’re old and grey
(It rhymes in Swedish.)
A week or so ago, Logan and I went to visit our vet in Skultorp. Nothing serious, just a quick check of his urine, and to get “a veterinary certificate confirming that both testicles are normal and are descended into the scrotal sac,” as per FIFe’s Breeding & Registration Rules
Logan is an excellent traveller. We have a Hatch carrier from a Kickstarter we backed, and it’s been really great.
Of course I went from living in the same building as my vet to a 36-minute (with one transfer) long bus ride to the furthest reaches of Skövde. That being said, it’s a pretty easy bus ride, and the stops are close to both our apartment and the vet’s office.
When we got there, I let him out to explore the waiting room…and he stalked around like a person who just got bumped off his business flight to Milwaukee.
Apparently, Logan does not like to wait.
And he had to wait.
“What is taking them so long!?”
Finally, we were taken back to an exam room.
“Okay…let’s get this over with.”
“Wait…you wanna look at my WHAT, now?
Okay that was…not fun. Can we go home now?
To make it up to him, I let him walk a little outside on the way home. He doesn’t enjoy outside in the snow as much as Alfred does…
…but it did cheer him up!
Look at the happy tail!
But he was still really happy when we went inside and I unlocked our door.
Two weeks ago, I posted photos and video of Björn pushing Jacoby on a swing
Well, turns out Jake isn’t the only swinging cat in our family. About a month after that first outing, Kalle and I took both Jake and Angel out for a walk. There is this one big, flat, basket-like swing in one play area in our apartment area, so we took Jake and Angel over to it to see what they thought of it.
Angel stayed in it! That was the first hurdle.
Then Kalle started pushing.
Of course, Jake was totes fine with that.
Angel was…less fine with it. But she tried.
She really tried.
But she could only take so much swinging.
So finally she bailed from the swing.
Jake was perfectly happy to keep on swinging, though.
Happy? He loved it!
I mean, look at him!
Here’s a short video (click on the image to see it…and apologies for the non-landscape orientation; I forgot) of Jake and Angel on the swing with Kalle.