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Well, my cat's name is officially Princess Pearl, and I call her Pearl, Poliwhirl, Perloo, Duchess (I don't know why she gets two titles, she just does), Farty, Bunny and Rabbit. I probably call her Bunny and Rabbit more than anything else. Conversations I often have with her: Pearl: (miaows in a whiny voice) Me: (imitates her sarcastically) Me: Hello Bunny. Hello Rabbit. Mummy love. Affection. Yes, affection. Attention, attention. Ow. Sit down. No not there. Okay, that's nice. Hold still while I cut this lump out of your fur. (She won't tolerate being brushed, but she will tolerate having mats snipped out, so that's what I go with.) But the best was my old cat Meg, who was also known as Baby Jesus, and who had a special song that we sang to her whenever she had to take pills. 'Clever, strong, fighty, bitey, pill-taking little Meg. (And then you fill in something that rhymes, and you keep going as long as you can, while Meg is just like 'I don't know why I'm getting all this attention, but I'm loving it.') When you want your dinner, you come to us to beg. At each corner of your body is a little leg. Just like Irish fairy tales of the Tylwyth Teg. (It would get obscure after a while.)
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DicktheCat posted:I tell my animals that they're all stupid fat shits and I hate them in the nicest voice. I punch my cat in the face in super-slow motion and she rubs her cheek on my knuckles.
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