Does your husband know what happened?
He thinks so, but that's meaningless. Been married to the guy for 18 years ... we finally get a cat 16 years into the marriage, me thinking he'd be indifferent to a cat, but I want a cat because we've finally got a place where we can have one without paying exhorbitant security deposits, and to me a home with a fireplace needs a cat just because it's right. Especially if there are gophers in the yard and it's your yard.
Soon I discover that I'm married to a Cat Sap. He didn't know it, I didn't know it. I wouldn't be surprised if he's got pics of the cat in his wallet. She has him wrapped around her little claw, totally, and she's nothing fancy -- just an ordinary little generic gray-and-white kitty. It's pathetic. But we neither of us are quite so troubled by this disturbing development since we discovered that one of his friends, an ultra-manly, battle-worn fighter pilot, is as much a cat sap as my husband. Clearly cat-sappiness in men is not a reflection on their masculinity, but only on their tender vulnerability!