I haven't posted a photo of my cat for a while, so I thought I'd try to get one this morning of me petting her head. As you can see, she is lying on a magazine as EMILY THINKS AN OPEN MAGAZINE is a petting zoo. I only regularly read a few magazines, and I read them at morning while I eat breakfast. But Emily sees an open magazine, and me eating breakfast, as an invitation to come plop down and get her head scratched. This means I haven't read more than a couple paragraphs in a magazine for a long time.
It's also important to note the COLLAR, which has her name and my number on it, which my assistant just put on her this morning. This is because HER NEW HOBBY IS DARTING OUT THE DOOR in an escape attempt whenever she gets the chance. This is how she's earned her new nickname, DUMB HOUDINI. It usually happens when I'm saying goodbye to someone as I hug them at the door, or when a delivery person is bringing me food. She doesn't usually go far - she just climbs a tree and makes little happy noises at me that, I think, mean "Check out this shit," or she just sits in the middle of the lawn, batting her paw at whatever insect is there or she's pretending is there. It's the ESCAPE part she seems to enjoy more than the BEING OUTSIDE part. But, in case she does somehow go far, I've now got the collar with the number. (This doesn't mean that she's an outdoor cat. There are coyotes in this neighborhood who tear cats to shreds.)
Anyway, this isn't the greatest photo. But that's her happy face, which she makes when she's getting what she wants, which is almost all of the time.
And, for those of you wondering, I've had Emily for five months now and, although I've had offers from good homes to take her, I for some reason or another just didn't do it. So, yeah, I guess I have myself a permanent Goddamn cat.