Setup: Cait got a new kitten a few months ago. She named him Finnegan (bit of an Irish name theme going on here.) Anyway, we’ve been working carefully on introducing him to the dogs. Lots of brief, heavily supervised visits. Finally, after two months, he is now a free kitty, with the run of the house. At the same time, Andrew’s going through a stage of occasionally feeling a little short on patience with all the critter activity–with the dogs being very interested in Finn, and all . His test in having married me is that he doesn’t share the same need for animals that I do.
Punch line: At dinner, Andrew was explaining to Cait that I might be a little emotional for awhile. Of course, she asked why. He explained that I’ve started going through menopause. (When did I get old enough for that to happen…?) Cait chirped up in surprise, “Mom thinks there’s too many paws in the house?” To which I replied, “No, that would be your dad.”
Such is my life these days…
