Of Sunshine and Park Benches

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[/i] here me before. I think that you may be going deaf, my dear furball. Get off of my turf."[/b][/color]
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As Monty carried on with his endless rantings, Jack started to laugh. It was funny how nobody had noticed that Monty had the smell of two-legs underneath the masking scent of trash and monster-water. Plus, they hadn't yet realized how funny this argument was. A BENCH?!? Seiriously...

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"I heard you perfectly, my dear furball," Rae replied, chuckling at the insult. It was somehow completely hilarious to her. "I'm just not moving. 'Kay? Can you hear that?"
She giggled, amused beyond measure with the "my dear furball" thing.

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[Holly]

((o.O Ratter, he doesn't LIVE with Twolegs! He doesn't GO by Twolegs! How can he SMELL like Twolegs?! He's my cat!))

[/i] the one who starts laughing for no reason at something, but hey.[/b] He looked over to Jack.

"What's your problem? Did your Twolegs give you too many pills or something?"

"And Rae, I can hear perfectly. It's you, I'm afraid, that's going a little coo-coo along with your little friend here." He nodded at the... thing, in his opinion.[/color]
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Rae sniffed.

"Me? Coo-coo? I think not. If anyone's coo-coo it's you for saying that in the first place. Honestly, you sound like a demented bird. What's wrong with crazy or insane? I wouldn't find those terms as offensive- still offensive, mind you, but not as offensive. Because then I won't be being called coo-coo by someone who is clearly not the sharpest-clawed."

Shaking her head, she began to wash a paw calmly.

((By the way, "not the sharpest clawed" has no meaning regarding his fighting. It's like "not the sharpest tack in the drawer". But... more cat-ish. Just in case that confused people.))

[WHiR[D]]

Jack started loosing interest in the conversation. Sure, it was interesting, but whats-his-face who was acting all pompous and stubborn, really did need to give it up. He didn't look like he would win, anyways, and still talking now, instead of fighting, just reeked of fear. At least Rae wasn't losing her cool. ^^

[Holly]

(AGAIN, WHIR! Monty is my cat. You can't just say that he's scarred. He's not. You're starting to powerplay a bit.)

"Oh just shut up!" In his mind he scratched himself for saying that outloud. But, since he had already said it, Monty decided to go on. "What's with the endless rambling on and on and on?! Really, get a life and stop picking on other cats and making friends with things!" He glanced at Jack.

"Just, stop it! Don't you think that you've been mean enough already? No wonder you're, what, a rogue? Loner? Well, you know what, who cares! Because either way, no Twoleg would ever want you. Yeah, sure, that's the way you want it, but still! No cat is your friend, except maybe that thing over there because you stuck up for it!" All of his hesitating was gone. Right now, Monty was pissed.

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Rae narrowed her eyes, and her claws slid out. Though she was now thoroughly annoyed, she had a brief flash of good sense and didn't reply to the rogue and loner jabs. Saying she was a kittypet was a way to be made fun of.
"Really? I'm only friends with things?" A smirk crossed her face. "Hey, Monty, better go tell Bobo that he's wandering the town with a thing if by saying that he was 'out with a hot she-cat' earlier you were referring to Lorelei, I'd count her as my friend. And I'm pretty sure that she'd count me as hers."
Of course, a little corner of her mind realized that this was no way to try and soothe Monty's annoyance. But, as she would no doubt claim later, "Hey, he started it. Those were fighting words, my friend. What kind of a yellow-bellied loser would turn down a fight like that?"

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[Holly]

[/i] a thing?"[/b] It didn't make sense at all.[/color][/size]
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[WHiR[D]]

Jack's mind started to wander. First, he thought of Monty wearing some human clothes, and then he thought of that weird fizzy stuff he drank earlier. He looked confuzed for a moment, and then shook his head to clear it. He realized that Rae and Monty were still at it. Looking down the walk-way, he realized that there was a bench with a nice patch of sun-light, and the sun-light was much better there, at the moment, than here. He casually wandered up to Monty. "Hey, chum, check out that bench down there!" With that he turned and strutted over to stand next to the bunch Rae was on.

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Rae rolled her eyes and sighed.

"No, Monty! You said I was only friends with things! And then I said that if I was only friends with things, then the 'hot she-cat', Lorelei, that Bobo is out with is a thing by your count, and therefore you should tell him he's out with a thing! Do you get what I am saying? I don't think my friends are things, you do!"

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[Holly]

[/b] Monty gave Jack a cold stare.

"You know, WHO REALLY GIVES A MOUSE'S BUTT?!?! This bench, not that one, this one is Bobo's bench, chum." He swished his tail. "And, if you think that that bench is sooo much better than this one, take that piece of dung that calls you a friend and go sit with her by that bench. Alright???"[/color][/size]
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