When my dear hubby was in grad school, I'd hear him yell, "come get her"!
She loved to sit smack-dab under his nose on his books, papers and since he thought she was the cutest thing in the world, he didn't have the "heart" to move her or make her move. I had to be the "bad guy." 
That dang cute Siamese had him wrapped around her wittle paw.
But he was a "dog person" - famous last words! He loves them both but the pups still come first.
We currently have a conflict involving a dog who hates the new kitty & new kitty who *really hates* the dog. On top of living in a "segregated" house, hubby is tired of dealing with kitty allergens & the dog's hurt feelings - yes, he's very mopey & is acting noticeably depressed. He's a 13yo who's never lived with a cat in his life.
Sooo, I must text the rescue lady & tell her we must bring kitty back. At least she's refocused my attention during my period of intense grief. Pets are really the best therapists ever! And nuthin can make me laugh like a crazy playful kitty! 😺
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