When I got down by there out of the man cave to grab another beer and pee the bride was on the love seat with a light comforter upon her lap. The tom Trouble was blown out on the floor out on his side napping. The momcat Mister Mittens was in the wife's lap being brushed well. Her daughter Shiloh was sitting nearby just two feet away all perked up and knowing that her brushing and hugs were coming.

Cats are strange creatures but I don't think that any armed New York ASPCA officers will ever come looking for the wife.