A Kiss and a Cat

Back the the thirty day blogging challenge. The next subject is "your first kiss."

I hardly remember my first kiss. I think it was in the front of a pickup truck as I dropped off a girl after hanging out together (we were in play together).

So I'm going to talk about my first kiss with my wife.

We were on the porch of her house (she still lived with her parents) and saying goodnight. It was a rainy, dark day in the Seattle area and we'd gone and seen a movie (don't ask me which movie, it might have been this one).

So I stepped in and took her in my arms and kissed her.

And a cat jumped on our faces. It was black. I remember it was sitting on a brick ledge as we were saying goodnight but I ignored it. I don't know if it thought I was attacking my wife or was envious of the attention, but it jumped on our faces between us as we kissed.

Needless to say, the kiss was interrupted.

My wife and I still joke about that first kiss and the cat.