It's the crap line parents tell themselves when they're too lazy to discipline their brats. [Huh. Maybe it was Springer he heard it on? Oh well.]

[He wiggled his shoulders, enjoying the weight of Sam's hand on his back. He was born into the absolutely wrong species. If he'd have been born a cat, he would have it made.]

How are you so damn warm, anyway? It's obscene. [He kissed Sam's belly button playfully and then buried his face in the warm skin once more.]