Here's the Picture I Get When I Tell my Boy, "If you don't come out and let me take your picture, your cat will probably get eaten by a coyote".

I had this post more or less completed in my mind when suddenly my gal decided a trip to the emergency room would be in order. She wasn't feeling up for having her picture taken this time, so I'll just repost from December. It was the same darn thing anyway:


Except this time she had a mask over her face instead of a tube in her mouth. And she wasn't quite as cheery.

The post I had written in my head had wedding pictures and talked about Yom Kippur. I fasted yesterday and atoned for telling my boy self serving jokes that he takes seriously. It's not one of the sins they list out in services, but I think it maybe falls under selfishness.

For example, once I told him one time that if he wasn't quiet while I was on the phone, I wasn't going to let him turn six the next day and he was going to have to stay five. He didn't really think I could manage that, but he stayed quiet just to make sure.

Here's the picture I get when I tell my boy, "If you don't come out and let me take your picture, Sugar will probably get eaten by a coyote!"


The truth is, coyotes actually HAVE been eating outdoor cats in our neighborhood. And if my boy hadn't come outside, I would have had to take pictures of the cat. But I wouldn't have let the cat escape and get eaten by a coyote. Instead, Older Gal would have held him. Like this:


I'd like to say the wedding pictures were trickling in, because it sounds better than saying we got a small batch. But we got a small batch. And I was going to post them instead of the whole emergency room visit thing. But here's one, and more to come!