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I really, really hate thunder storms.

Oh, really?

I think we can make that happen.

I think I agree.

When and where?

Whenever and wherever.

Your place?

Long as you promise not to leave me for the cat.

On my honor.

You can put Maserati away in the bathroom.

It's big enough that the kid could walk it around on a leash.

Yeesh! Did you get one of those cats with wild-cat DNA in it? Because those can get about the size of a medium-dog.

How should I know? We still don't know what gender it is.

It was just a possible explanation is all.

I think it's just literally a tiger.

Rawr.

I'll be over. Wait for me?

Edited 2008-09-14 20:52 (UTC)

I'll fight off the tiger.

My hero.

Prepare to be scandalized?

I am so prepared.

I'm on my way (http://amagicalaura.livejournal.com/22609.html).