I’ve never been particularly fond of cats. I don’t fully trust them. Dogs seem oblivious enough to never purposefully be malicious. Cats seem smart enough to know how to draw lines I might not see coming.
When he said that I am beautiful, I sighed and told him, “You too, Juan? I wish people were not so obsessed with beauty and women got complimented for their brains too.” To which, he brought his face really close to my ears and whispered, “That will never happen, señorita. Men are scared of intelligent women.“