My husband’s not a cat person. His Dad tells me that comes from his Mum, because his Dad quite likes cats, and grew up with one. I have wanted a cat for years, nigh on a decade to be honest. That said, I have wanted to be settled so that I can truly look after one, so I haven’t pushed it until more recently. Since we bought the new house, a mere two weeks ago, I’ve really been thinking “It’s time.” We haven’t moved in yet, but that’s not the point. Let it pee on this floor, I say.
This is Violet Emily.
This is my cat hating husband.
He’s laughing because it’s clear that she’s going to love him more than me, unaware that I’ve rallied for her RSPCA orphaned soul for 9 years and 8 1/2 months before her birth.