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Eriin 
He rolled his eyes at heeeer. BAH! This made her want to throw Yoda at him...
"Now pet him. And agree to stay out of my chair," she said as she narrowed her eyes and wiggled the fat kitty around in his face. He BETTER comply or she would glue his shoes to the floor and continue to torture him with the cat. Doing as she said would be less tedious.
Milton now had a chance to redeem himself and lose one crazy ging as a mortal enemy. Choose wisely young man. CHOOSE WISELY.
Pet him? PET the CAT? Milton made a face. He did not like cats. But he was also afraid of the wrath of crazy!ginger. Milton outstretched his arm and awkwardly patted that fat cat on the head. Ew. Now he would have to go dump his hand in a bucket of bleach.
"I'll stay out of your chair." NOT. NOT EVER. That was a lie. He LIKED that chair, thank you very much. But he just wanted to be freeeeee.