Me thinketh the lady protesteth too much...

Jeremy ran into our bedroom last night, a giant grin on his face.

"She was chasing me!" he said breathlessly.

"The cat?" I asked.

"Yeah!"

And then he was gone, jogging down the darkened hallway in search of our frisky feline.

Jeremy says he doesn't like cats.

*Looks sideways*

Yeah.

He also says he's allergic, but we all know that is a lie. One he believes, but still. I've spent many a night quietly rubbing Pepper on his face while he sleeps, and many gleeful mornings carefully sprinkling her fur and dander into his smoothies, and he's never had a reaction.

I think I've done fairly well in wearing Jeremy down when it comes to cats.

I have high hopes for squeezing a dog into this family.