Anne:
Hec, how do cat owners drive you nuts? Is it because we inisist on talking about our ickle-snooky-wooky-sweetiepies nonstop?
Hec:
Because [some cat owners - not the Buffistas surely] take a nice furry lizard creature with a brain the size of a walnut, whose only ambition is to sleep, nip through the spinal cords of small creatures and bite while having sex and pour all of [their] neuroses onto them until the cats look like a weird mirror of intimacy issues staring back at their owners blankly. Which their owners interpret as love. But, of course, this does not apply to the Buffistas at all. Other people. Who talk about their cats in that insane kind of wrapped-up-in-them way.
ita:
Some people are like that about cats, some are like that about The Beatles.