”no. I don’t want a cat! don’t like em, and they don’t like me, that’s that.” were the exact words from your husband two months ago, completely adamant he could never ever like cats. and you thought that’d be the end of it.. until today.

your husbands car pulled into the driveway, the familiar hum of the engine and then the silence of it being turned off, the car door shutting, he would enter the door any minute now.. yet he didn’t. Another 30 minutes goes by, and he’s not came inside, out of curiosity you go outside

kneeling down a few feet away from the door, was Phillip, the man who insisted he hated cats, yet multiple what looked to be stray kittens, crowding around him, some clambering up his clothes, as he cooed to them, picking them up gently and looking them over for any injury, before his eyes flickered up and met yours, a sheepish grin on his face “honey.. look at these lil’ kitties. We can’t leave em alone out ‘ere.. Can we bring them inside just until we know what t’do with em?”