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Post by cat on Oct 24, 2011 21:38:38 GMT -5
The cat blinks at that question and finally comments, "I have a problem; my collar is going to stop working soon." Not that he knows that this human can do anything about it or would, or even that he thinks it would be a good idea to trust him with what is essentially his voice. But one thing is for certain: not saying anything about it will definitely not get it fixed, and there's a vague possibility that saying something will.
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Post by jimmyg on Oct 24, 2011 22:32:01 GMT -5
"Oh." Is the extent of Jimmy's response before he puts his hands into the pockets of his jacket, shrugs, and looks off briefly in another direction to yet again make sure that no one else is around. Satisfied that no one is, he looks back down at the cat.
"Did.. you need me to fix it?" He asks quietly, wondering if perhaps that's the reason that the cat was wandering toward him to begin with. If the cat knew his collar was having problems, it would make sense to seek out someone who could fix it. Whether or not Jimmy could was debatable, but he was willing to try.
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Post by cat on Oct 24, 2011 23:54:25 GMT -5
"I need someone to fix it," the cat replies, "Do you know how to fix it? I don't know how it works - I'm sure it's tricky." Actually, assuming that someone knows somewhat what they're doing and is willing to replace the battery without messing with the electronics, it isn't that difficult. But then, given the importance of his collar, this is one cat who would rather only allow the thing into a very trusted expert's hands. It is, after all, his voice. And as far as he knows, irreplaceable.
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Post by jimmyg on Oct 25, 2011 10:44:45 GMT -5
"I don't know. I could try, but I'd have to take a look at it first." Jimmy offers in return, knowing for a fact that there was no way he could fix it while the cat was still wearing it, at least. As far as his expertise went, he had a brief period where he was interested in some electronics. Not so much in fixing them, but Jimmy was a smart kid. He learned things from his father's constant needing to fix things around the house, not to mention his sister showing him how some things were repaired too. That, along with his own intelligence and patience ranked him pretty high on the ladder of kids who could fix the collar, and probably number one on the list at the moment considering no one else was even around.
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Post by cat on Oct 25, 2011 12:50:44 GMT -5
The cat's eyes narrow at the lack of absolute confidence in the human's voice. "If you don't know, then I don't want you touching it," he responds. Perhaps it's unfair to say so without letting a person even have a bit of a look at it, but it's really that important.
So now he asks, "Do you know someone who would be better at it?" If so, this conversation might not be a total waste. He just wants to find someone he can trust to mess with it before it goes totally out again. Getting people to fix his collar when he's unable to speak is tricky.
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Post by jimmyg on Oct 26, 2011 0:40:32 GMT -5
The cat, being such a small creature and obviously still dependent on humans to some extent what with needing his collar fixed, is given a harsh glare on part of Jimmy at the rejection of his offer. Frankly, he thought the cat was lucky that he even offered his help to begin with. So he wasn't an expert in electronics. He was fourteen. Even so, he knew far more than any other kid his age, he was sure.
"I do." He said, but didn't offer up any names or where to find them. Because yeah, he knew where they were. That didn't mean he had to tell the cat, though. It could either find them itself or ask for his help in finding them. Either way, Jimmy felt like his slight power trip would be recognized.
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Post by cat on Oct 26, 2011 1:03:00 GMT -5
Unfortunately for the human, he is talking to a cat. Who blinks at his two word statement and merely stares at him expectantly rather than saying anything at all. The human knows what he wants, so what purpose would further communication serve? This is, therefore, the part where the human either helps or not. That does come with an automatic recognition that the human could not tell him anything, but it would go against a cat's nature to 'ask nicely', so to speak. In fact, the thought wouldn't even occur to him, and if it did he'd find the idea beneath him. Even a stray cat in need of some assistance has his standards.
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Post by jimmyg on Oct 26, 2011 19:40:58 GMT -5
Staring back down at the cat by now, Jimmy tilts his head at the lack of response but just gives a shrug of his shoulders. "My dad could probably help. Or my sister." He says, leaving his mother out of it since he's certain she would approve of him bringing home stray cats the least if the cat even decides to follow along with him. "They won't come to you, though." He says, and instinctively looks down at his wrist to glance at his watch for the time. Still way too early in the day for dad to be home, and Babs was most likely working at the library that had a strict 'no animals' policy. "No one's home for a few hours though."
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Post by cat on Oct 26, 2011 20:57:35 GMT -5
Ah, there we go! In this cat's experience, half of getting what you want from a human is letting you know you want it, and the other half is waiting for them to give it to you. There are no other steps or subtleties in the process. And here is a prime example.
The last comment from the human causes one of his ears to flicker, and he asks, "If your voice was about to break, how long would you be willing to wait?" Some things are just worth the patience. "I can follow you," he adds, leisurely stretching from a sitting to a standing position. Indeed, it may not be possible for the human to avoid being followed home at this point.
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Post by jimmyg on Oct 27, 2011 1:57:53 GMT -5
The question that the cat presents; the thought of that still sounding incredibly stupid and imagined in his mind, has Jimmy ponder it for a moment. How long would he wait? Frankly, he didn't talk all that much to begin with. But, he supposed he would probably consider being patient with the process of it being fixed was better than the alternative of having none at all.
"I'm going home. My mom should be there and she doesn't like cats, so if you're going to stay around then I suggest keeping quiet." He said, and tried to get a rough guess of when he could say his dad would be home, but.. could the cat even tell time? Maybe it wasn't worth the effort. "It might be a while." He said, frowning a bit at that last sentence as well, since Jim's lack of presence at home did wear on the boy's already slim amount of optimism.
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Post by cat on Oct 28, 2011 5:39:37 GMT -5
Another twitch of his ears is the only sign that the cat heard the first statement. He's extremely familiar with cat-haters, and that needs only to be noted but not commented upon. He's quite certain that he can avoid the woman in question. And the second statement is essentially a repeat of his warning before. "What did I just say?" he asks rhetorically in response. The amount of waiting time is certainly not an issue.
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Post by jimmyg on Oct 28, 2011 12:30:25 GMT -5
Giving another shrug, Jimmy turns on his heels and continues to head down the path towards home. He doesn't answer the cat's last 'question,' but instead focuses his thoughts on what exactly he's going to tell dad when he does get home. He can't just come out with it and say there's a talking cat that followed him home, could he?
It could be thought over more when he actually got home. For now though, he kept his eyes on the ground and continued home as if nothing interesting had even happened.
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