"I'm going to get some kittens to keep the mice away," I told Mike at the beginning of summer."I hate cats."
"I hate mice."
"I can see how this will end. Just please keep them away from me."
"They will be outside cats. You won't even know they live here."
"I hate cats."
So imagine my surprise when I walk into my front yard and see my cat-hating husband snuggled up in the grass with my kitten. I'm not calling my husband a softie. Not out loud so he can hear it, anyway.
To be fair, that kitten is irresistible.
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