Don't mess with the Mrs.

Eighteen years and counting, Mrs. Cat.

You keep the pride healthy, fed, clothed, mostly clean and reasonably happy, and sacrifice so much of yourself in doing so.

Even with our cumulative loss of sleep, solitude, and sanity, I'd do it all over again, because there's also been a hell of a lot of laughter, wonder, and fun.

Kitten and Cub get so much from you, and they will be a force to be reckoned with when they enter the world. (And not just because we weaponized them, either.)

You're my favoritest wife ever. You're an awesome partner and the perfect balance to my goofiness. You fucking rock.

We make a good team, and I can't wait to find out what the next eighteen years hold for us. Because we'll still be together, taking care of business.

And looking good while we're doing it.

Yes, readers. We ARE this cool.