One of DH’s most treasured possessions is his mother’s piano. Although he only took a few lessons, he spent many an hour, growing up in his parent’s home, playing whatever tunes were popular on the radio. Simba, our big orange tomcat, also has an ear for music and hurries to join DH at the sound of a piano key.
Not that he is especially wanted.
“Jolynna, I’ve got a small problem on my hands,” says DH, “can you come and get him?”
“He won’t stay with me,” I respond.
And it’s true. Although Simba was my cat before we were married, Simba is DH’s cat now. Simba meows and scratches the bathroom door should DH be so rude as to close it. Simba follows DH inside. He follows DH out. When DH takes an afternoon nap, usually all three cats join him.
I tease DH about his animal magnetism. And all of the (ummm…) cats he gets.
But, actually, DH’s love for animals is the reason we met.
When I first moved to the midwest, I checked out the Yahoo personals. Just to look. Although I had moved into a rural area, there were 900 men in my age range on Yahoo. But, it was the “must love animals” in DH’s ad that caught my eye. (That and he is nice looking.) I joined Yahoo personals immediately, composed my own profile and sent DH a response.
“I am looking for a man that is macho enough to know how to fix the things that break in my house, and sensitive enough to hold my hand during scary movies.” I listed among my requirements. But, there was more…
It took DH three long days to check his e-mail and answer.
“Yes,” he said,” yes I have a barn. And yes, I will get you a horse.”
We were married within three months.