Dear Husband

Dear Husband,

I am really mad at you right now, hence the color red. Why do you have this thought in your head? You do not make all the rules in the house. If memory serves, I bring home half the bacon. That means I make decisions too. Usually this is not a probelm in our house. Until now.

I want a kitten. I have approached you many times now over the past month. Each time, it ends up in a fight. You say no. You act as if you are the Supreme Rule Maker. It's not fair. Just because you grew up without cats, and were told to hate them, doesn't mean I feel that way. Remember the two cats I used to have? You know, Cinders--who I had for 10 years, and Oreo--who was Gavin's cat. Well, remember how you made me put them outside even tho they were strictly inside cats? Remember how they both ran away? I am still a triffle mad about that.

Its not like I am asking you to take care of it, or even help in the slightest with its care. I will do all the work (as usual), I will clean the litter box (just as before), I will be sure to run the sweeper every day to avoid any cat hair lying around (you remember what the sweeper looks like, right?).

Bottom line, it aint over. I want a cat. I want a cat inside. You are not the boss of me.

All my love,

Your Angry, But Determined, Wife