When I was a kid, and newly vegetarian, my dad would always buy me gifts that involved fur, bones or taxidermied reptiles. He thought it was soooo funny – and it kind of was. But little did he know, he was actually instilling an appreciation, an aesthetic even, for fur, bones and all things taxidermied. Thanks, Dad.
And Scooty, you better watch it – this attitude you’ve developed (I’m blaming it on Spring) is a one-way ticket to becoming a pillow cover. I kid, I kid.