"Want to watch a movie tonight?"
I'm in the kitchen unloading the dishwasher. I don't look up.
I say, "Yeah, sweetie. That would be great...What movie do you want to watch?"
There is silence.
A brief hesitation. I notice it immediately.
I look up, over at him in the kitchen room (which is what Lucy calls the living room because it is connected to the kitchen.) David is sitting on the floor, his lap top open in front of him. The cat is on David's shoulder, nuzzling his ear.
David is stroking him affectionately. Maybe too affectionately.
"Um, I was talking to Nemo," he says.
And this is how it starts...
I lose my husband to the cat.