Light Notes

He who loves me must also love my cat

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.

“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.