Recently I ran into this woman again, and after we caught up by exchanging anecdotes of our current foster challenges, she started asking about the Sober Husband. "Does he help with the cats? " Looking very intensely into my eyes, she asked, "Does he have a favorite cat?"
When I came home, I repeated this to that famed cat-hater, the Sober Husband. "And she asked me, 'does he have a favorite cat?'" I was laughing so hard I was at risk of choking.
He shook his head. "Clearly she doesn't know me. She may like me, but she doesn't know me."
Tears came to my eyes as I laughed and laughed. "I felt like saying, 'Sweetie, if he ever wriggles out of this marriage, he's not going to sign on with another middle-aged crazy cat lady. It's gonna be a cat-free life for him!"
Was she a cougar?
Silliyak, you always have the right quip.
If there was money in it, Hughman and I could go into business together. Come to think of it, that sounds like the premise for a sit com!
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