Anthony suddenly looked very interested in the conversation. "I get that," he shrugged. "it's so often that I'll see like a cat or dog wandering on the streets and I'll feel so bad about the fact that they have to be out there when it's so cold and it's so sad but I know that I can't take one in because I don't have the money for it and that makes me even sadder to know that they'll just be out there in the cold and rain." He was unsure what the point of this rant was, other than him declaring that animals are nice. Or something.