No, I wasn't there. This was after 2 a.m. and I was upstairs wrapped up in a moldy comforter in my ancient drawers out of 1975 with the AC blowing and the momcat Mister Mittens slammed into my left hip.

The teen bride from 1973 went to bed with her 900-thread sheets under expensive comforters with the air conditioning going well. Before she could turn off the light the huge tom Trouble jumped into her bed with his favorite mouse toy in his jaws. He sat next to her and dropped his favorite toy upon her chest. She flung it away and told the cat to go away.

According to the wife the huge neutered tomcat retrieved his toy and dropped it again upon upon her chest in the dark. Now enraged, the busty teen bride out of 1973 and the streets of New York took action....

When I got up this morning shortly after dawn to feed some cats (Mister Mittens was head-butting me gently) I went downstairs to pee, fart and moan. On my way to the bathroom I peeked into my wife's bedroom. She was sleeping on her left side with her right arm over the tom Trouble. He was laid out asleep on his left side all blown out and spread out in great happiness with his favorite mouse toy tucked into his chest.

Yeah, I liked the future bride when she was 16 and in high school but she's still not a bad girl.

Competition, huh!?