I have a huge skunk waddling around my yard in the afternoon sun. I think that's kind of an odd thing for a skunk to be out doing at this time of day, but, wouldn't you know it, that smelly creature is just somewhat adorable --so long as I'm not outside.
I know what you're all thinking. "Dan? Your cat kind of looks like a skunk, ya know?"
Believe me, I know. Trust me, it's unbelievably easy to get those two animals mixed up at, say... Three o'clock, Sunday morning when I am navigating my way down the alley. It goes something like this:
"Cat-dog!" I say when I see him, and I hold my arms out and stumble after the black and white furry mass. "Here kitty, kitty, kitty."
Fortunately, the animal scuttles off into the night, and I lumber my besotted way toward the house. When I open the door, I notice the cat sitting there looking exceptionally angry for being trapped inside, and the only thing my challenged mind can come up with is, "How'd you get a key?"