It’s tough being married to a were-wolf. The neighbors always wonder why we have so much fur on our carpets when we have no dogs. The kids we babysit always point out the chew marks on the furniture and my funds are running low from buying all those replacement cats whenever my wife craves a midnight snack.
On our anniversary she makes me breakfast, which usually consists of waking up to half a cow on top of me. The other half is usually in the lawn.
She likes sushi and everything raw. I like overcooked and meat no longer red. She likes chasing the moon while I like chasing sleep. She likes the flower bed while I like the toilet.
She likes snuggles, and I like the softness of her hair through my fingers. She likes the night, and I like waiting up for her until she gets home. She likes shredding clothes, and I like patching them up for her.
She likes me, and I like her.