Let's say that you've got this cat, whose routine has been upset by ridiculous choices his mother (Person A) has made over the past couple of days.
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It is kind of like the basic truth that you can get pissy with your relatives, but if someone else says the things you are thinking they are a jerk....
Maybe this hypotetical cat is a judge of character and the results aren't good for person B....
The cat-owned in me says that person B should chill out.
I agree with with ITPF. Love me, love my cat, Person B. End of freaking story.
i can totally relate with Person B in this hypothetical. i love my animal; he can do no wrong. i'm also cool with my sister's, mom's, and roommate's beasts. but other animals that i haven't lived with (i've lived with all of the above) can get pretty annoying to me. maybe you could say that means i'm not an animal lover. maybe you can say i'm not good at being friendly with strangers (or new animals). or, whatever, i'm just sayin. Person B's annoyance doesn't make him/her the devil.
Person B = not the devil at all, just not very good at rolling with the punches.
Person A = a little bit of a neurotic freak, but one who recognizes that her cat can really be a pain in the ass.
Man-Kitty = a pain in the ass, but again, given the situation, I don't really blame him.
Man-kitty is jealous. Check your shoes.
Sad, some of us never got to read such a post. :(
I read earlier over bloglines but didn't comment...I'm so weird that I won't have people stay with me because I don't want to deal with them hating my cats. They ARE really, really, annoying, but no one other than me and the other person that lives here is allowed to say so or I get all irrationally defensive (even as I'm muttering "I hate you, weasel, I really do..." as I stumble down the stairs for the 3am feeding after I get my hair pulled by kitty teeth).
I would rather pay for someone else's hotel then feel like they're hating my cats. An extreme way of dealing with the problem, but there it is.
I also didn't play any of the music I liked in college for the first two years because I didn't want to hear about how my roommate didn't like it. It's like it would ruin it for me or something.
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