My husband's other woman
Is a cat.
Solomon has always held a special spot for Tom, but since we've been looking after them for the past couple of days, she has increased her affection for him.
No longer can I sit next to him on the couch, she must sit between us and if I get up, she quickly takes my place. No longer can I lounge my legs over his, she is already there. No longer can we enjoy a peaceful night's sleep together, she finds her way into our bed.
I wonder how disappointed she will be tomorrow when we return home. No doubt their love affair will rekindle next time we visit.
I must confess though. As I type, I have the other man in my life on my lap dribbling all over me. Yes, the other man in my life is also a cat, Q.