Yeah, but I'm canonically shitty in instances like those. I've been having screaming fights with people because my weakness seems to be other people's breaks with reality. I know--bigger person, there but for the grace of brain chemistry go I, but...I'm really fucking bad at it, and "anthropomorphising the inanimate" is something I'm on the books for throwing fits about since I was ten, and thirty years have lent me no grace or empathy.
eta: I also yell "It's not a turtle friend!" at the TV. Because it isn't. It's a turtle that might not brain enough to be confused by why you keep grabbing it, but NOT YOUR FRIEND. It's a tramp turtle, and it'll swim with anything with flippers, you mark my...
Yeah. I wonder if I can talk about that with my new therapist instead of my headache...
Oh, I see what you're saying.
I might develop affection and love for pets (MIGHT, I barely tolerated my parents' last cat although the current one is great), but if they can't share jokes or discuss entertainment with me, they don't qualify as friends.
I'm afraid I do refer to the hummingbirds that frequent my feeders as friends. "Hello, my little friend, good to see you" I'll say, with only a little fear that they will divebomb my head and pierce something with that long sharp beak.
Matt, does "sit on your lap while you're watching TV" count? Several of our cats do that, the exact number depending on how loosely you define "lap."
Not unless they're discussing the programming with you. And if they're doing that, they should be on TV rather than watching it.
DORK TOWER explains the origin of Game of Thrones: [link]
Guilty as charged m'lord.
