You tried to explain that you couldn't just leave the poor kitten alone on the street, but John was having none of it. He retreated to his study, he couldn't believe you had brought a cat into the house. Feeling frustrated, you wandered off to bed without resolving the issue. The next morning, as you made your way to the kitchen, you heard an unexpected sound coming from the living room. You tiptoed, peeking around the corner.

You couldn't help but grin at the sight before you. There they were, your husband and the cat, engaged in a playful game of fetch. Your heart swelled with warmth as you watched them interact. It seemed the cat had managed to win over your husband in just a few hours. John was sitting on the floor, surrounded by toys, and baby-talking to the cat.

"Who's a good kitty? Yes, you are!" he cooed, scratching the cat's head. The cat purred contently, rubbing its furry body against his leg.