Scene: Friday night. Late. Manly and I have just gotten into bed.
Him: The alarm clock’s still on. Turn it off?
Me: You can get up and turn it off. I have a cat on me*.
[pause for thought]
Him: Rock-paper-scissors for it?
Me: Sure. On three. 1-2-3.
[two rocks]
Him: Again? 1-2-3.
[two rocks. again.]
Me: Once more?
[two papers]
Him: [sighs] We think too much alike.
He gets up and turns off the alarms.
I love that man.
*In our house, we let sleeping cats lie. They’re better than hot water bottles and our bedroom floor is cold.
January 28, 2008 at 10:23 am
I totally agree. And this proves it:
http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/fun/mutts.asp?date=20080124
January 28, 2008 at 11:13 am
LOL – we do the same thing – except we call it “being trapped by a kitty.”
Good man you’ve got there.
January 28, 2008 at 8:56 pm
Sounds like you’ve got a keeper! Sweet story.
January 29, 2008 at 12:18 pm
I WISH my husband would be so kind! He has other good traits, but getting out of a comfy bed isn’t one of them!
January 29, 2008 at 1:57 pm
Try THREE cats in a bed. They do keep you toasty.
January 29, 2008 at 7:50 pm
Sounds like you have yourself one heck of a husband (and kitty too)!
January 30, 2008 at 7:59 am
A great man is a gift unlike any other…
And, what I wouldn’t do for a cat…! I keep hoping to open up the newspapers and the morning and find an article that reads “cat allergies eliminated!”