Echoes in a Hollow Space

Min: I don't want to be fed in my usual place. I want to be fed out here in the middle of the livingroom.

Me: Too bad. I'm not feeding you there.

Min: But I have a right to take my meals where I want them.

Me (walking to the usual place and putting the food down): Not in this instance.

Later, after having made a bed for herself in the clean, folded laundry.

Min: How about feeding me here?

Me: I don't think so.

Min: You're really rather rigid, you know.

Me: And you're really rather spoiled.

Min: Not spoiled, no. I just know my own worth.

Min dashes out the front door between the roommate's legs.

Min: Haha! I'm shooting through that door you've been trying to keep me behind.

Min screeches to a halt on the front porch, legs spinning like a Warner Brothers cartoon cat.

Min: Holy crap! It's the outside!

Min shoots back inside and turns indignantly to me.

Min: Why the hell didn't you tell me it was the outside where the nasty boy cats hang out?
Me: I imagine that's how you became a lost kitty in the first place, being a smart ass like that.

Min starts ostentatiously cleaning her front paw.

Min: I no longer wish to discuss it, if it's all the same to you.

The roommate and I, however, had a (mostly congenial) discussion about door management.

Later:

Min leaps up onto the kitchen counter so she can look out the front window and eat the catnip growing there. I come into the kitchen.

Min: Busted!
Me: No, it's okay.
Min: (shocked) It is?
Roommate (entering the kitchen): Yeah, it's okay. We don't mind you getting on the kitchen counter.
Min: (shockeder) You don't? I suppose next you're going to tell me it's okay to get on the dining room table?
Me and Roommate: Pretty much, yeah.
Roommate: Obviously, you came from a household that had rules, but this is a permissive household.
Min: What is wrong with you people? It's no fun if it's permitted.

Poor Min. We are a strange household that way. But in our defense, we do clean thoroughly. :-)

Me: Min, we have to sleep with the curtains closed.
Min: But I like the curtains open so I can look out.
Me: (closing curtains) No, we have to close them.
Min: (sticking head through curtains to open them) But why? I like to look out.
Me: (firmly reclosing curtains) If someone walks by outside they can look in on us.
Min: So?
Me: Well, they might be blinded by our goddess-like beauty.
Min: That's true. But that's their problem, not ours.
Me: Have pity on your fellow man, sweetheart.
Min: I'm a cat.

I'm happy to report Min didn't win this argument. Score one for the human!