I resigned myself to my cat-lady-ness quite a long time ago. I lived on my own and spoiled my two boys.
Then I was lucky enough to find someone who adores cats as much as I do (the cats approved because now there is a lap for each of them). I love that hubby is as much a moosh about cats as I am, but boy, oh boy, are we ever whipped.
Wednesday we stopped by the grocery store after work to pick up a few odds and ends: we had accidentally run out of the soft food we give the cats for dinner and feared feline retribution (they are occasionally vengeful overlords).
While pricing cat food cases, we saw a “holiday pack” that came with cat treats and a toy.
We looked at each other. I think we deliberated for all of one second.
So now there is a small plastic ball trailing cat treats across the floor.
(All wrapping paper belongs to Zachary and Lucas.)