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K9 & Piggy

"Cats, Rose!" He rambled, "They clean themselves, can fend for themselves, and are a nice thing to cuddle with. But what's the point of having them?"

Rose laughed, "I thought you would know."

John glared at her though the service window but continued, "I mean, you have to clean the litter box, make sure they can get to food, trim their claws, get shots, make sure they aren't gonna kill you. Dogs are so much better."

"Oi! I had a cat for a couple years. I can vouch against that."

John raised his eyebrows, "Oh yeah? Come up with a few good explanations on how cats are better than dogs.

Rose shrugged and focused back on typing before coming up with a few things, "Well, you don't have to walk a cat, you don't need a lot of room to have a cat, they don't require a lot of training, and um, are cheaper than dogs."

"Okay, but dogs are fun! They'll play with a ball, cuddle with you, chase you around. And you don't have to worry about them attacking you if they're trained appropriately."

Rose rolled her eyes as he continued,

"I had this dog named K9- Shut up, I was young- and he was clever, could find you in a field full of people if you told him too, knew when to walk away or lick the tears off your face. He was the best."

"My cat's name was Piggy."

"Who names a cat Piggy?" He gave her a confused look.

"I do. He was really fat and was a black hole when it came to food. But he was a really good cat, was a great heater when it came to cold nights."

"What happened to him?"

"Eh, the landlord found out I had him and told me is have to pay extra or get rid of him. So I sent him to my mum's."

"Oh."

Rose looked up at him, "You done about cats now?"

"But what about Chickens?" He made large arm movements.