Who are you and what have you done with my husband?

Even though I’ve been married to my husband for eleven years this September, I will always have a love affair with animals.

No, not the drunken-soldier-on-Alvarado-Street-in-Monterey species, silly.

Animals of the furry, domesticated kind.

Up until last Sunday we had three pets.Three.I won’t even try to take a picture of the three of them together.No good will come of it.

We got our fat orange tabby six months into our marriage.I moved to Augusta, GA three days after our wedding at the Naval Postgraduate school and six weeks later, my husband embarked on our first deployment as husband-and-wife.

I was lonely, of course.I moped around our beautiful apartment for four months and having opposite reactions to being a new military wife.On one hand, I finally met the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with but we didn’t even live together.On the other, it was freeing to take a break from the grad school fast track I put myself on and get to know myself all over again.

I needed someone else in the apartment with me while he was gone.I settled for something else.

One of my husband’s coworker’s cats had a litter and I chose the fiesty orange one.She was tiny and when she sat on one of the a 2в