I was yelling, the dog was yelling, the cat was yelling, hissing, and spitting with that bizzare multi-tasking cat-throat, the roses were grabbing everything they could reach... My god, I just can't express the rampant not-goodness of it. And the whole "he could easily slip through the fence, but there's no way I could get over it" thing! Really, I don't think he had any intention of doing so, but tell THAT to the adrenal-charged protective-mode brain!
I'm not saying the species is possessed of great amounts of brain real estate, but you would think they could spare at least another millimeter or two to self-preservation.
Obviously, the planning session on feline anatomy was going long during Creation, and several lesser dominions were making noises about getting to lunch before the cafeteria ran out of tuna mac.
I must write it off as "if the pride is all OK, each of us is better off" rather than more anthropomorphic interpretations like "don't fuck with my woobie!" Or "He's mine, you bitch!"
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Obviously, the planning session on feline anatomy was going long during Creation, and several lesser dominions were making noises about getting to lunch before the cafeteria ran out of tuna mac.
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I must write it off as "if the pride is all OK, each of us is better off" rather than more anthropomorphic interpretations like "don't fuck with my woobie!" Or "He's mine, you bitch!"
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