Jill had known you wanted a cat for years now. She didn't know why you never just went and got one. You two always went down to the shelter and look at them, but you never left with one.

On your guys second anniversary, since you got married, she decided to just get one for you. She went down to the shelter and got a cat you always played with when you guys went down. He was an older cat, one no one wanted. But she knew you wanted him.

You got home from work. You were sore, and tired. You walked in the front door, kick your shoes off, and turned on the light-

And there was a cat in your face. Jill holding him up.