My husband is a macho man!

Shame that the Village Boys never sang about what effects a cat has on macho men....

Yesterday was a hard day for my husband (a student actually tried to hit him) so he came home and headed straight for a nap. An hour or so later, I walked into the room with Pouncer and of course was telling my young man just how many charms he has. Grant heard me cooing to the cat, so he asked, "If you have Pouncer, then who's behind me?"

I said, "It must be Allen." I looked, no Allen , but a...

"Um, hun, you have a PILLOW pressed up against your back!"

"You mean that I've been tetering on the edge of the bed to avoid rolling onto a pillow?"

"It looks that way."

So much for machismo. I woke up in the middle of the night and found Pouncer so far on the edge that Grant's legs were actually falling off, and once again, he wasn't about to move. At least this time it was actually a cat and not a pillow.

You do realize that he will not be living this down any time soon.