• Our cat is named Rubin. Or I should say my cat. Since we first got this fluffy pal, my little brother and I have been fighting over ownership. I glared at him as he scratched Rubin behind the ears. Rubin's "motorboat" went off in ecstasy.
    "He's my cat, you know." I pointed out over Rubin's purring.
    "No, he's mine."
    "I named him."
    "He likes me more."
    "How so??"     I hissed, curious to hear his answer.
    He scratched his head, which meant he was thinking. "He always sleeps in my room, on my bed." he finally stated triumphantly.
    I rolled my eyes. "That's because your bed's softer than mine. And you're the one who would always harrass him." I reminded him. My brother tilted his head, as if remembering the times he had thrown around my poor little kitty, or the times he had held up his paws and shouted "Dance, dance!"
    "I was young then."
    "That was yesterday."
    "Well let's not forget the times you dressed him up in doll's clothes!"     he retorted, putting his hands on his hips. Rubin nudged his hands with his head, as if to say, "You're not done yet, Mister." and my bro went back to petting him.
    I thought about the times I had put my old doll's clothes on Rubin, just to see how he looked.
    "I was young then."
    "That was last week."
    "Oh clam it! You have no solid proof he likes you more."
    "He's always hanging around me."
    "That's because he thinks you'll pet him. What if I get his catnip sock?"
    "No fair!"     my brother whined.
    "Too late!" I yelled and jumped up, running over to the cabinet where we kept Rubin's favorite toy. I pulled out the fragrant companion and waved it around.
    "Oh, Rubin! Look what I got!" I said in a sing-songy voice.
    In an instant, Rubin sprinted over to me and layed in my lap, batting at the fuzzy sock.
    "That's cheating. Every cat loves catnip." He whined and crossed his arms.
    "You still have no proof he likes you."
    "He just does, okay?!?"     he yelled. Rubin stopped batting at the toy and meowed loudly, as if saying "Keep it down! I'm trying to play!"
    "Cat's are neutral. They're only on the side that's most convenient to them." I stated, plain and simple.
    "That's not true! Rubin loves me, and I can prove it." he sniffed. In a flash, he had snagged the sock. I held onto Rubin so he couldn't run after the smelly fiend. I carried him tenderly over to the scene, where my brother had put the sock on one side of the room and was standing on the other.
    "Put him down in the middle and I'll show you that he loves me more than a stupid sock!" my brother shouted.
    I shrugged and put Rubin down between my brother and his opponent. In a flash Rubin had sprinted over to the side he loved the most. He purred and tossed around his sack friend, inhaling fumes of catnip. I put my hands on my hips, feeling succesful even though I had won nothing. My brother sulked over to me and put an arm around my shoulder.
    "You were right. But he's still my cat."
    I screamed.