A love story

Two weeks ago, while reading online about Bastian the three-legged cat at the animal shelter:

Me, to my fiancé, Jonathan: I want Bastian the three-legged cat.

J: Maybe if he's still around in July after your [two-week] summer trip.

Me: You wouldn't get a cat now?

J: No, not 'til after you're back. 

One week ago, checking his status online:

Me: Bastian's still there!

J: We're not getting Bastian.

Me: Maybe we are.  If he's still there in July.

J: If he's still there in July.

Me: But I love him.

J: You don't love him.  You don't even know him.

Me: I do so love him!  He lost a leg and he's "plucky" and he doesn't let it stop him and he's adorable! Ergo, I love him.

J: If he's still around in July.

1/2 week ago (Wednesday):

Me: I think we should go to the shelter this weekend.  I know we're not getting a cat this weekend.  I've resigned myself to the fact that someone else will probably adopt Bastian before July.  But I really want to at least meet him.  I want to meet the three-legged cat "with the heart of a hero." 

J: **silent look at me**

Me: ...Okay, I'M going to the shelter this weekend to meet Bastian.  You can stay here or come with me.

J: **sigh and resigned smile** Ok I'll go with you.

Friday, via text:

J: So the shelter's open 12-8.  We should go tomorrow after we do housework.

Me: Or we could go TODAY when you get off work!!

J: Maybe.

When my fiancé got home from work early Friday:

Me, running up to him: I'm ready, let's go!!!!!

J: Wow let me eat something first.  I'm not even sure I want to go today.

Me: You said maybe.  Maybe means yes to me.  Of course we're going today.  And yeah yeah, I know, we're not getting Bastian today.... Even though I love him.

On the train on the way to the shelter Friday:

Me: We should keep our minds open though.

J: We're not getting Bastian today.

Me: I love him.

Today:

This is Bastian (now named King Triton) the plucky three-legged cat with the heart of a hero.  That's our futon under him.  I love him.  And so does my fiancé.