The cat was in my lap. Finally. So I dialed for assistance.
“Billy, would you please put the pizza in the oven?” I whispered into the telephone.
“Yes, I can do that. Where are you?” he questioned as he walked upstairs on his way to the kitchen.
Then his eyes met mine. He stared in disbelief.
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“Do you mean to tell me that you are calling from the living room?” he asked incredulously.
Well, yes. That was exactly what I was doing.
Oreo, our new kitty, was napping for the first time on my good pair of jeans -- and I was happy. I wasn’t about to disturb her.
Bill, on the other hand, has stuck around for 43 years, so I was pretty sure he wasn’t going to get agitated and leave -- at least up until this phone call.
I held my breath.
“You have got to write this one down,” he chuckled as a smile crossed his face. “You are unbelievable!”
No, it’s not me who is unbelievable. It’s Him. I’m so thankful -- and I tell God every day -- that I have a husband who is easy-going. And also one who lives up to that saying I like to quote, “Love me, love my cat.”
Wait a minute. Maybe it’s “Love my cat, love me.”
With or without Oreo, Bill loves me. At times, though, he may ask himself why.