A few months ago we adopted a cat from the animal shelter.
While the kids and I loved this cat, who is very sweet, fat, and well-mannered, he and my husband didn't get along. So after several months, I tearfully and guiltily took the cat back. I felt like such a bad mom.
But my husband was happier, and that's all that really mattered.
Saturday morning at 5 a.m., the cat came back.
Either he escaped the animal shelter, or someone adopted him and he found his way back to our house.
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