Oh, that’s another one for us - which of our cats is the better cat. My cat is much more cat-like, but his cat is more loveable and playful. My cat jumps very well, and is very quick, and his cat takes about 5 minutes to line herself up for a jump onto the bathroom counter. My cat has the razor claws of death, but doesn’t use them, and his cat’s nickname is Bitey (guess why), who often gets us in the feline deathgrip and tries to disembowel our hands.
We also have issues concerning the keeping and discarding of stuff. I’m something of a pack rat, perhaps because we moved so often when I was a kid and I was constantly having to give up stuff with great sentimental value to me (like 3-foot-tall stuffed toy Coyote and Roadrunners and a stuffed toy leprechaun that my grandpa brought home for me from Ireland – not that I’m still bitter 26 years later or anything). She’ll pitch stuff at the drop of a hat and is constantly threatening to dump all my precious things in the garbage when I’m not looking.
Also, my cat IS better, which is why she’s always beating up on her cat. 
My ex Matt (yes) and I only had two arguments in the course of our relationship:
- some point of Esperanto grammar (this took five hours on a bus from Toronto to Montreal) and
- abortion (which is a stupid argument for two gay guys to be having).
My boyfriend and I mostly argue about pronunciation. He bugs me about my atrocious pronunciation of words borrowed from French, and I bug him about things like the word “pasta”, which is pronounced with the first a like the a in “father”, NOT like the a in “pat”, crazy Canadian…
He also thinks his browser home page is “Yeah-hoo”.
We’ve mostly agreed to disagree about Zee and Zed.
I think you shouldn’t have one. You’ll just get confused. 
Oh, Skip … oh, what are we going to do with you? You are wrong. I’m sorry. auntie em is right. Baskin Robbins is way better. 31 flavors is better than 3 (and even that is generous, by counting “twist” as a “flavor” as opposed to the mutant affront to nature that it really is).
But if you really want to get super-technical, the Absolute Best ice cream joint is Carvel. But you don’t see many of those around any more. They always had the best ice cream cakes …
Yeah, well, my cat’s a lover, not a fighter. Too bad about the whole spaying thing. 
You’re thinking about Cookie Puss right now, aren’t you? 
Green tea ice cream?
Aren’t you … ? God, I love good ol’ Cookie Puss …
OH! I just thought of another stupid family argument, but first some background: my company - which is a high-class organization - just had a little cookout for everyone, complete with ice cream. What kind of ice cream, you ask? Why, Baskin Robbins, of course - look, I said it is a high-class organization!
Anyway, what did I put on my ice cream? Rainbow sprinkles. But someone else tried to tell me in no uncertain terms that I am daft - you don’t put sprinkles on ice cream, you put jimmies. Pshaw! Jimmie’s is where you go to get a cheesesteak. Jimmies are trucks. Sprinkles are for ice cream. Right?
COOKIE PUSS? Does that, like, ooze out of a wound in a cookie or something??? What an unapatizing name. (Or maybe I am thinking of Cookie Pus.)
I’ve never heard the term jimmies; I always thought it was spinkles, too. Perhaps they were all in on some kind of sprinkles conspiracy.
BLASPHEMER! That is the only clown in the world that doesn’t frighten me!
Ongoing Amanita household arguments:
Newt the Cat: Evil, or Victim of Childhood Trauma?
The Inclusion of “Sugar Alcohol” in the Ingredients Means a Sugar-Free Food Is Not Really Sugar-Free: Pro and Con.
Whether 'tis Nobler to Suffer the Slings and Arrows of Outrageous Bacteria, or to Just Shut the Hell Up and Go to the Doctor Already?
Here is a new one that started today: Whose Fault Is It That Our Male Cat Looks Pregnant?
F**kin’ A, Bubba
I have held steadfastly to this position since first hearing the song some 25 years ago at camp.
I’ve actually debated the best way to use Spam Cop - I prefer to forward them the spam (faster and more efficient) while he reports it correctly. (time consuming to say the least)
You’d think he wouldn’t debate with someone who hip checked him at the grocery store. He was warned…
My husband taps the salt shaker. When he salts his food. Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap. Drives me batshit. I pour/sprinkle. And I express my annoyance almost every time he taps.
Well, I can solve the ice cream debate easily. The most superior in the entire universe is Double Rainbow. (They have stores in Guam – maybe there are some on the West Coast, too?) Double Rainbow extra fudge ice cream is the nectar of the gods. And it’s sometimes available at Trader Joe’s.
We have the “who do the dogs love best” argument a lot. It’s pretty easy for Rusty, the golden retriever: It’s unanimous that it’s me. But for Isaac, the yellow lab/golden retriever mix, whiterabbit and Papa Tiger are stuck. He claims Isaac loved him best first, and she claims that since she moved back home Isaac clearly has put her at the top of his pantheon. I’m inclined to agree with her since his behavior improved drastically almost overnight when she arrived – he’ll do ANYTHING for her, ANYWHERE, ANY TIME (dogs are nice that way sometimes) – but then again, he goes out with Papa and does Guy Stuff[supTM[/sup] like going to Home Depot. So the debate rages on.
The cat still likes me best, too, though.
We have the Which Cat Is Better argument to.
Willow (my cat): Basically leaves us alone. She’s very pretty and cuddly. She looks like a Queen. Occasionally she wants attention…usually whenI want ot give her attention. So it works out well. We have a good relationship–both of us basically want to be left alone except when we need something.
Tara (the devil cat): sigh She has claimed my husband as her own. She lays on or around him whenver he’s home. She tries to come between us during “intimate moments”. She’s convinced the bed is hers. She has long claws. She makes these bizarre half-meows that freak me out. She as an allergy that costs us a ton of money to take care of…
As you can see, Willow is clearly superior. I think the names are unfortunate. If I had to do it all over again it would be Drusilla and Darla. (Willow The Good Cat is slightly insane…but sitll superior!)