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[phosfate]

Dear Ann:

Stop arguing with the cat. You know it's pointless when he's in that mood.

Your pal,

Ann

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[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

No.

[thistlethorn.livejournal.com]

So, with whose cat are you arguing?

Its...it's not an imaginary friend sort of cat, is it?

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

No. Ted is the imaginary cat. This was with Silas, the bookstore cat. He likes to be petted, but prefers that it be done in the horrible chair in the tiny claustrophobic low-ceilinged basement. He sits at the top of the rickety stairs and yells at me because I won't go down there. I point out that there are any number of chairs on the first floor, and that I will even pick him up and carry him if he likes, but that no, I will not go in the goddamn basement.

Sometimes he sees the reasonableness of this, and acquiesces. Other times he does not, and I yell at him in a Cartmanesque fashion. Either way, Kat and Cinnamon, the bookstore managers, are amused to see him abuse someone else for a change.

[dwinghy.livejournal.com]

I don't blame you for not wanting to follow him into the basement-- he probably just wants you to come down so he can club you and take your wallet.
My cat Gabby is always trying to get me to follow her (rather than just pet her where ever we happen to be) too. I think for cats like that it's less about the pettings and more about the control of getting a hy00man to follow them around as they wander aimlessly. Cats are such bastards.