He had cooked me a lovely dinner, complete with candles and a dozen roses on the table. He was dressed up (something he usually only does when he has no other choice) and had soft music playing in the background.
We sat down together and had a wonderful meal. Just as he began to say, “I’ll go get dessert”, my cat came into the room, crouched down by the
table, and proceeded to hack up a NASTY hairball.
Needless to say, that killed some of the romance of the evening.
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