I was telling New Girl that Finnegan had hurt himself during the week and though he was better now, I was worried that he'd picked a fight with a bigger cat and given himself a fright.
"Well," said New Girl, "I guess that's what happens when we cosset our animals. Then when they're scrappin' for their lives..."
"And by scrappin' I assume you don't mean scrapbooking?"
"No. It isn't a fight to the death over glue sticks and glitter."