Two Several months ago, I shared with the entire universe, the reasons I am not a cat person. I think it is worth mentioning that I know for sure my husband read the post.
I am working on a post about some ‘obvious secrets’ to a happy marriage.
Literally, hours after hitting the publish button. I found myself and my husband here.
The man is not a shopper. He doesn’t go here, but we were without teens, so he knew no one would be pressuring him to get an animal today.
So we go in to let Small Fry and I look around.
And we see this.
And the man stands there looking at me with one eyebrow cocked and a pleading expression.
“He looks so much like Howard.”
Yeah. I will not clean a cat box.
“His bob tail is the only difference.”
He is charming. I will not clean a cat box.
“What do you want to do?”
Not clean cat boxes.
I haven’t had to clean it.
I am linking this post with parenting BY dummies for Wordful Wednesday.