Sweet help

Our sweet Luz is moving back to Veracruz, Mexico. She has been with us since Aidan was 14 months old and he is now an extremely active 4.5 year-old. She loves the boys like they were her own but she’s moving in mid April.

There’s so much to do and we must get ready for our imminent Luzless life. The hubs is being really helpful. We have divided and conquered our tasks. Hubby drops E at school, I pick him up. Hubs gets groceries. I do the laundry. Hubs takes care of Kitty. I take care of Puppy.

Our system works pretty smoothly… unless the hubs leaves home and forgets to feed Mr. Kitty. Then it’s a solo concerto chasing me around the house, to the kitchen, to the bedroom, to my studio, to more undesirable places until it’s time to open the fridge. Then Kitty manages to jump on top of the fridge on time to put his close-up head all big, round eyed right in front of my face. So of course I feed him after the drama.

It has happened way too many times so I drew this while in bed watching the always confusing “Lost.” Now it’s taped on the door that goes out to the garage and I’m happy to report that it has worked so far. After all, who can refuse to help when you ask like that: half-demanding, half-upset?

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