“I guess this means once we’re married with all those hypothetical babies, we won’t be getting them a cat.” “My house will be a dog zone only.” “Damn. But I’m a cat man.” “Oh no,” I wail. “I can’t believe you hid that from me. The betrayal. The shock. It’s like I don’t know who you are anymore.” “Our relationship is already doomed.” All of my self-control is going toward not rubbing my eyes, that the words come out before I can stop them. “For you, I could make an exception.” And I don’t even think I’m joking.
