I’m in love. I’m a soft-hearted, weak-minded fool for this little kitten I picked up a week and a half ago. And I dared to joke that no matter what assignment Scott gave me, I’d deliver a feline photo.
So he went into jerk mode. “Canine,” he said with an evil laugh I hope his children never come to recognize.
I understand the need to rain on parades. I also understand that some people prefer the dumb, blind loyalty of dogs to the cool, indifferent intelligence of cats.
And thanks to the all-powerful, all-knowing Internet, I now understand that even kittens have canine teeth.
Never mess with a word man, Scott.