Coming out of the closet...

Nigel was staring out the window this morning and he was doing these short, quiet meows that sounded like little dogbarks. I asked him if he wanted to be a dog and he said "Meow." I told him that whatever lifestyle he chose, we would always support him and love him. His response was "Meow," which I'm pretty sure meant "What the hell are you talking about nutbar?"