But then there are the moments where you reach up with your cute little paw and swat something on my face. Is it an odd hair? A pimple you want to catch? I don't know, but you scratch me! You scratch the face of the person that feeds you! Why, Abbie? I'm always nice to you.
This should be "the person who feeds you." People, no matter how insensitive they might be to cats, are always whos, not thats.
Likewise, the Mari Mancusi book "Boys That Bite" has us gnashing our teeth. It had better be good, if we're going to get over the grammar of the title...
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