Best Valentine's Present Ever?

BUSTED!

Let this blog be the official marker in history for this amazing event. Awoken in my sleep, I went downstairs to see what my dear husband, Dean was still doing up. He didn't hear me peek downstairs because he was listening to music. When I saw what he was doing I said to myself out loud, "Oh, I've gotta get a picture of this" and I ran back upstairs (literally ran) and got my camera.

It's official. Dean Loves Cats!!!!

This is the man I had this conversation with:

Tara: Honey, what would you do with my cats if I died?

Dean: I'd probably let the black one go and put pisshead in a wood chipper.

The cats don't even have names as far as he's concerned. They're simply "The Black One" and "Pisshead." Their real names are Smokey and Foxy. Smokey even forced Dean to take antibiotics after he bit him because Dean tried to pull him out from behind a desk by his tail. Dean totally fucking had that coming.  He always said they had "an understanding" after that.

After I took the picture, I promptly urged him to come to bed. Clearly he was hammered.

Dean won't live this down for at least.....6 months. Probably more.

Happy Valentine's Day everyone!