I was warming up a forgotten coffee this afternoon when DH said we needed to talk. I had a little meltdown this morning so I asked if I was in trouble. He didn't say. So I walked around the corner and he took a deep breath.
"Every building on site has a problem with mice. Every single one. Except our house. And I know it has nothing to do with cleanliness, but it's because we have a cat. So when Chuck dies, you can get another cat. But it can't be a pansy."
It's funny because when we were dating he said he hated cats and would never have one. Then we got a feral kitten and he said that was the only cat we'd ever have. He said it was in our marriage vows. Now after ten years he's saying it's ok to get another.
Joke's on him because I was always going to get another.