Father's Day 2008

When we were first married, I know that the Husband was less than thrilled about he pseudo-Sara Lee (ready-made) family he was marrying into. 1) He's allergic to cats. 2) He grew up with dogs so he's more of a dog person. Especially dogs that live outside. In a yard. At someone else's house. So I know, even though he never said much about it, that he was less than thrilled to become the step-"parent" of two plum-full of attitude cats.

But, like I said, he never said anything about it. It was a strange and difficult adjustment. I have alternately worried about his shortness of temper with them and their antics; and laughed until wheezing at some of his behavioral modification methods. The Leike was a particularly hard sell. She's sort of a one-person kind of animal and anyone other than that one person she treats with open disdain at the very least and hostility is fairly normal.

But look at this. 4+ years later and Bed Sweet Bed is all the sweeter for our little family. The above is usually their nightly ritual, but apparently it works for napping as well. As of today, these are still the only babies in Burnstopia. And since I know their world is about to change for-ev-er, I can't quite bring myself to interrupt their Husband-Love-Fest.

Happy Father's Day, Babe. At least we haven't screwed up the cats.