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"Darling, I wish you'd have a word with that pet of yours."
My wife hates the fact that I have a pet in the house, but I had Martha long before I had a wife and I wasn't going to get rid of my pet just because my new wife didn't like her.
"With Martha? Why, is there a problem? What has she done?"
"It keeps humping the back of the sofa. I don't like it."
"Why should that be such a big problem? I think she's cute."
"It's not cute, it's gross. It'll probably stain. You should have got it fixed when you first had it, that would stop it."
Martha was following our conversation, I'm convinced. She's quite bright, I'm sure she understands most of what we say. And those patches where she marks the furniture are never a problem, because I can usually manage to get them cleaned up with a sponge and a bit of cleaning fluid. Well, mostly.
"Martha's fine as she is. The furniture will be okay again when I've cleaned it up, and I've already told you that I might breed from her one day, so she has to stay intact."
My wife snorted in frustration, turned round and stomped out of the room. Martha looked at me and smiled. And then, quite deliberately, began to grind her hips against the sofa again.
