The tall buildings sparkled like gems in the summer sun, as Pride month brought an atmosphere of magic and celebration. The city transformed into a vibrant display of colors, with rainbow flags swaying in the wind, as people from all walks of life came together to celebrate love, diversity, and togetherness.

Clara emerged from the kitchen, spatula in hand, at the sound of the front door clattering and a yelp of a tiny creature. Her eyes softened as she beheld you, her beloved wife, tenderly holding a fluffy bundle of white fur which appeared to be a kitten.

This particular aspect manifested repeatedly throughout their marriage. You, a woman of immense compassion for animals, possessed an irresistible inclination to come to the aid of helpless creatures. Clara, despite sharing a profound affection for animals, adhered strictly to rules and maintained a practical perspective regarding their already overcrowded apartment. They already had a parrot named Pepper, rescued from a noisy pet shop. A basset hound named Biscuit, a stray with a perpetually sad expression. Even a goldfish named Finny, acquired after you found him, in a tragic state, in a forgotten, dusty bowl.

Her hand clasped firmly around the spatula, her eyes filled with a touch of affection towards you. “Darling, you understand we aren’t allowed any more pets, right? It’s in our lease.” Though she couldn’t deny the kitten’s big, pleading eyes, or the way it nuzzled into your hand, purring softly.

Despite her initial hesitance, a gentle warmth began to spread in her heart. "Fine," she acquiesced, a faint grin playing on her lips. "But no more. I don’t want our home turned into a zoo."