Marie blogs about being married with cats.  

This is Marie.She used to think she should be an engineer because she was good at math.  But then she realized she wasn’t that good at math, and got kind of depressed.  She tried to make herself feel better about failing a class called “Statics of Materials” and became an alcoholic. 
Ok.  That’s not true.  She doesn’t like alcohol. 
But she did try to drown her sorrows with books that she enjoyed.  After she read every book in the library about how people fall in love and officially failed all those engineering classes, she had an epiphany, “I should become an accountant!”
Thankfully, she quickly realized that was the wrong answer and soon found herself changing majors again, this time to study the human psyche.
And on May 3, 2008 she became a Master of Marriage and Family Therapy.

She’s married to Mark.Two weeks later she entered a marital agreement with Mark.  Because once she mastered marriage in theory, she wanted to master it practically as well.  She picked quite the character indeed.  Mark is part grumpy old man and part eloquent romantic.  His grumpiness is usually due to hunger because Marie doesn’t cook.  His eloquent romantic-ness is because he is a songwriter.  They are complete opposites who couldn’t imagine life without each other.

They have cats.The cats kind of run the show around here.  Not only are they the cutest creatures on 4 legs, but they are the glue that holds the relationship together.  Huge fights about Obama’s economic stimulus plan?  Someone eat the last brownie without an offer to share?  Call Marie fat in a roundabout kind of way? 
Simply point out how cute the cats are and peace is restored.