My husband grew up in a family where there were never any pets, and I was an avid cat. For a long time asked the kitten, which always received the same answer, that, say, there will never be cats in our house, never, and for nothing, and if there is, then they will not sleep in cages, exclusively on the carpet near the threshold, and in general... cats is unhygienic, impractical and unnecessary. But the Russians did not give up, she connected her daughter, in general, we reached him, and for the New Year, we had this miracle... on their head.
I will not stop on how on the first day he sat on the floor half a day near the couch and watched the cat sleep on his favorite pillow, which we and his daughter categorically cannot touch, how he screams on me in the morning, that he should sleep more carefully, because I shake my legs and slide the blanket from it, as he blasphemes that I am not feeding on schedule and in general in the menu today she has a chicken (he is hanging on the refrigerator for a week), and I fooled the fish, as she was wearing at night as an electric wheel, grabbed with a knife on the carpet and on the turn stumbled into a cradle, and it is my fault because I turned off for the night, and she was dark, so she spotted and fell. I will tell you the last one.
Yesterday we argue, I am in the fire: “Yes, I have your priorities somewhere at the cat’s level.” He said indignantly, “How could you think like that – I’m hiding it, he continues – where you are, and where the cat is!”