I voted yes. We got Cubby, after we thought I was pregnet which I was very excited about, then when I found out it was my body going through rough times with stress (at the time I didn't know stress could do that to you) I got Cubby because I was heart broken. It's stuff like that, that really makes him see what makes me happ and what makes me derpressed.

A few months back one day, I tried a new litter, Cubby hated it. So of course his way to tell me and hubby that was to urinate on hubby's jeans. Hubby was very mad the only thing he would say was tomorrow the cat is going to a shelter, after I had a screaming battle with him telling him if I have to get rid of my cat then I am getting rid of him. Which I wouldn't do but it worked. I had to go to the store and get new litter and Cubby hasn't done it since. I also explained to hubby when Cubby did that, that it could have been in the change of litter. I never used the kind that I bought before and I wanted to try something new. That will teach me not to do that anymore.

I still love my husband no matter how many times we argue, or how many times we have to argue about my point of view. He was raised watching his dad be a control freak. Which he of course became after many long days and nights of arguing with him, he is slowly changing.

My parents (when my dad was still alive) they basicly lived seperate lives. My dad always told us no more cats, but when we would bring one home he was always the first one picking them up when it was time for him to go to bed, carrrying the cat to the bed and putting him on the bed then covering the cat up with a little blanket. He also claimed he "Hated cats" but he cuddled them more than we did.

Just my point of view and some of my life.

Katie