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.

I digress.

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.

Whatever.

I haven’t had to clean it.

I am linking this post with parenting BY dummies for Wordful Wednesday.