My cat Machiavelli is many things: totalitarian fluff-ball, secret ninja assassin, champion treat (and leg) chomper, and expert napper. But most of all, he is known for his great proficiency in the grammatical arts. Knowing the giant stack of papers I had to grade would be filled with cringe-worthy grammar mistakes, he helpfully offered his services.
“You all fail.”
In Which I have a blog. 