When I met my husband (twenty-seven years ago), I had five for that reason. He was not a born cat lover. We laugh heartily now that one of our first conversations about them went like this: Him: "So how many cats DO you have?" Me: "Just the five." Him: "Oh. How old are they?" Me: "They're all around six." Him: "How long do cats live?" Ha…
When I met my husband (twenty-seven years ago), I had five for that reason. He was not a born cat lover. We laugh heartily now that one of our first conversations about them went like this: Him: "So how many cats DO you have?" Me: "Just the five." Him: "Oh. How old are they?" Me: "They're all around six." Him: "How long do cats live?" Hahahaha the poor bastard buried every one of those sweet angels--plus six more in the ensuing years. Now he proudly wears his CAT GUY socks and we fight for the affection of our current brood of two. (His max, that official cat guy status notwithstanding.)
When I met my husband (twenty-seven years ago), I had five for that reason. He was not a born cat lover. We laugh heartily now that one of our first conversations about them went like this: Him: "So how many cats DO you have?" Me: "Just the five." Him: "Oh. How old are they?" Me: "They're all around six." Him: "How long do cats live?" Hahahaha the poor bastard buried every one of those sweet angels--plus six more in the ensuing years. Now he proudly wears his CAT GUY socks and we fight for the affection of our current brood of two. (His max, that official cat guy status notwithstanding.)
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