Question: Yesterday the mailman delivered a big box of brand new books to my door . The books were from Camelot Books(highly recommendable bookstore ) , so everything was nicely wrapped in paper , bubblewrap , flamingo bits and pices(ohh how i hate them damn white thingies ! ) and a sturdy cardboard box .
Answer: Answer: None of the above choices .

Question: I look in your eyes and i think about the last year and how much fun i had and how happy we were and it tears me apart . None of this is your fault . It 's mine .
Answer: Answer: I am at fault .

Question: Today , I trimmed Oona 's claws with only 50 % of the fuss that used to be there . I found that when she sits in the palm of one hand , one rear paw tends to hang off the hand . So I managed to trim the claws on it while she sat there unfazed . After a brief adjustment , I managed to get the other one to hang over instead , and trimmed its claws . The only fuss occurred when I dealt with her front paws . They never hang out , so I had to do the old " flip her on her back and keep a firm but not injury inducing grip on the paw in question while she looks up confusedly at me and eventually thrashes like a maniac " .
Answer: Answer: It 's a kitten .

Question: Here 's Dylan " playing " with his toys today . He got all excited when I made his bear and puppy " walk " up the canopy on his pack and play , and he even tracked the bear all the way around the perimeter once . He started crying at one point , but stopped when I made his toys do entertaining things .
Answer:
Answer: The Woman 's Boy