Some Rules Are Meant To Be Broken

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This husband and I…

Are rule breakers…rebels…mavericks…kind of happened over time…stretched the boundaries a bit…til the boundaries pretty much shattered…cleaned Little Cottage when moving in…every nook and cranny…walls…ceilings…vents…replaced drapes and blinds…said good-bye…to all those hairs…left behind by former feline residents…

And vowed…no pets would be allowed in the house…keep it allergy free…fluff ball free…germ free…stayed strong…for months…and then…got sucked in…by those pleading eyes of theirs…the temps dropping…the garage cold…those friends of ours waiting on the stoop in the morning for breakfast…

And then…it happened…those Grinch hearts of ours…started to grow…three sizes one day…we’ll just feed them inside…we heard one of us say…and little by little…their visits grew longer…with every cuddle and purr…our love…became stronger…

But what joy they bring…to these old people hearts…but once they head outside…you can bet…the cleaning starts…
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And that husband of mine…agrees…