One of the best things about the show in Örebro this weekend was the photobooth.
Agria Djurförsäkring (Animal Insurance) is a pet health insurance company, and a regular supporter of FIFe shows in Sweden.
At this show, they upped their presence with a free photobooth.
Logan was benched right next to the photobooth, so Björn and I took quite a few photos with him in the photo booth. I mean, who doesn’t love a photo booth?
This is how selfies were done back in the day!
You remember when you were a little kid, and you would put on “shows” to entertain family and friends? Some of us did them live in the living room, others (like me) would record “radio shows” on tape, and today they’re making mp4 movies and loading them onto YouTube.
But I think we all did it at some point. And lately, in our nightly FaceTime sessions with Björn, I feel like Jacoby and I have been putting on the “Jake and Coco Show.”
“Come on, Jake…do you have anything to say to the nice people out there in FaceTime land?”
“…Hmmm?”
“No? Nothing? What, has the cat got your tongue?”
“How about a kiss, then?”
“No? Okay well I wouldn’t kiss me either after that joke.”
“Better now?”
Then I got up for some reason, and Jake didn’t want to be alone onscreen without his sidekick.
So he followed me.
But don’t think for a second that he doesn’t know where the camera is at all times.
Jacoby has been a very snuggly, cuddly boy lately.
He’s been sleeping with me almost every night.
Although, sometimes, he’ll settle in an…shall we say…awkward spot.
And then…boom!
Erm…Jake? You realise that…oh, I can’t even.
Jacoby loves to hang out with me while I FaceTime with Björn.
Sometimes I grab him and make him interact with us.
As you can see, he’s a big fan of that.
More often, though, he just meanders into the picture, asking for pettins.
“Oh, hey new dad. Didn’t see you there.”
Annnnddd…back to rubbing on mommy.
He does that a lot.
He also comes in for random headbutts.
Headbutt, rub, roll, repeat.
Last weekend at the Seacoast show, Jacoby and I hat a hotel room all to ourselves.
So of course we FaceTimed with Björn.
Because why wouldn’t we?
I tried to get Jake to wave to his dad.
Jake was not into waving.
I tried to convince him that it would be a cute thing to do.
He was having none of that.
Look at his face: “Mom…come on…seriously?”
And then later, after I was sound asleep, Björn captured this shot of Jake tromping around the room.
Sometimes, when the alarm goes off, this happens.
Jacoby comes and cuddles with me.
And by “cuddle,” I mean “he lies on top of me with his full weight.”
And you can’t tell from the photos, but Jake is purring like crazy.
Did I say, “like crazy”? Make that “diabolically.” He lies on me with his full weight and purrs like a diabolical madman.
He does not want me to get up and go to work. And let’s face it…I don’t disagree with him.
I have several tattoos, but I wanted to get one to symbolise and commemorate my marriage to Björn. Many years ago, he gave me a silver necklace based on Bronze Age rock art from Sweden with a design of a man and woman kissing. The couple is known as “the Lovers,” “the Bridal Couple” or “the Holy Wedding.” It’s become something of a talisman of ours.
So on 1 April, I went and got myself another tattoo of it!
I added a cat-like creature from other rock carvings to the pair…if you look closely, you’ll see that the cat has a darker stripe along its back and a darker tipped tail! Just like an Abyssinian!
While Björn was here for our wedding and honeymoon, he got a matching tattoo by the same artist, Deirdre at Redemption Tattoo in Cambridge – and she is awesome, by the way. If you need a tattoo and happen to be near Porter Square, look her up.
Here are both of our tattoos together. Björn’s is about 2/3 the size of mine (I needed to balance out with the octopus on my other shoulder) and is feline-free. We are already planning on a trip to see the original rock carvings, which are conveniently located in Western Sweden, not far from where we will live. If we can, we want to get a photo of our tattoos and the original art…we’ll see how that goes.
