I thought something was odd yesterday when I heard the term "Meowmie" escape Paul's lips without a negative connotation. Then I woke up this morning and I KNOW that my husband must be ill or something. I guess he must not have known that I was awake, cause I heard my big manly hunny in the hallway sweet talking with Boomer!! It was the most adorable thing in the world! I couldn't hear everything, but I could see that he was laying on his stomach on the floor petting Boomer. He was saying adorable things like "How's Mommy's kitty doing today?" "Ahhh do you like it when i scratch your chin like that" and "You're gonna be a good boy for your mommy today, right?" I just about melted. I still haven't told him that I heard him, so he's at work now thinking that his big secret is safe I know for a fact that he'll deny it and tell me it was a dream if I ask him about it, but I know it wasn't. I was bright eyed and bushy tailed If only I could've taken a picture