Make Me Feel Warm And Fuzzy

(My husband and I are having a conversation while getting ready to go out to run some errands. He has just finished getting dressed, while I’m still in the bathroom, brushing my hair and trying to figure out what to wear. Since we have no children, our cat is our child, and we spoil him rotten.)

Husband: “I’m gonna go downstairs now.”

Me: “Aww, but—”

Husband: “But what?”

Me: “But I like talking with you! We were talking.”

Husband: “I’m gonna go find the kitty. Give him loves!”

Me: “Oh. I see. The kitty is more important than your wifey?”

Husband: “He’s fuzzy!”

Me: “So? Does that mean you don’t want me to shave?!”

Husband: “Nooooo!”

Me: “I can be fuzzy, too!”