My husband is a big, hulking guy. People automatically ask him, “Did you used to play football?” And it’s true, his manly stature was surely one of the first things to attract me to him. He has broad shoulders and a solid frame, and also a thick jock neck. Jake is my guard dog in life, he can be very protective and it’s wonderful. No one would dare double cross my Jake.
But underneath that tough exterior in the heart of my man is a huge soft spot for animals. He will kill us to avoid hitting a rabbit in the road. The other day when I got home from work, I witnessed the cutest spectacle. Jake walked into the house shortly before me and he could not find our littlest cat anywhere. He looked frantically high and low and accused me of letting her out of the house when I left that day.
Finally, we heard the faintest mewing and it turns out she had locked herself in a drawer for the day. We had no idea how long she had been in there. But in the moments before we found her, Jake was upset and agitated. He was a father missing his baby which is why I teased him relentlessly the rest of the night with cries, “A dingo’s got my baby!” because of how cute and worried Jake was over our kitty. He was so relieved when we found her.
I love my husband, and our cats ❤
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