I have a bone to pick. Not literally, bones make my tummy upset. But a theoretical bone. Puss in Boots. I wanted to defluff him immediately!! But I was forbidden to. So I managed to get in a few sneaky gnaws, bites, nibbles and it seemed ok. Then SHE found me out and I was told to BE NICE or it will be TAKEN AWAY. Whatever that means. So we were forced to make amends, fly the white flag, surrender, whatever the right word is for that.