While vacationing in the British West Indies, I caught a bad case of what I self diagnosed as Tuberculosis and or West Nile. It turned out to be just a common cold, which a good dose of Airborne, Nyquil, and three different types of cough drops have since pretty successfully cured. Ryan caught a bad case of sleeplessness that resulted from his 19 encounters with a pretty vicious mosquito.
One night, I awoke from a crazy island cough syrup induced dream to the glow of the iPad next to me. I asked Ryan what he was looking at – usually Chicago Sports, CNN, or some other super boring topic like stocks or bar graphs – but before he could hide the screen, I caught a glimpse of … a cat! “Shhh. I’m shopping. Go back to sleep,” he told me. Things get fuzzy at this part of the story, and I suppose I really did just go back to sleep. But a cat. At 1 o’clock in the morning. While we are in Turks and Caicos. Maybe he set up a webcam to watch Rex while we were gone? Or maybe he was shopping for a new kitten? Or just looking at images of black cats because he misses Rex so much?
Fast forward to this Tuesday night when Ryan presents me with a large brown cardboard box. Clearly, he is extremely pleased with himself, and Rex begins pawing at the box. Yay! A little brother came in the mail! Not so, but just as good – the swankiest, fanciest, most comfortable cat bed you’ve ever seen. We approve!
PS: Ryan will adamantly deny his love for Rex. Actions, however, speak louder than words. Especially actions that take place when you are 1,000 miles away. The end.