Nothing you can say can convince me that Data did not later take Spot to the holodeck and programmed the computer to create a field with long grass and plenty of mice. He watched his kitty have the time of her life hunting holographic mice. He was perplexed by the evolutionary significance of the pre-pounce butt wiggle and wrote terrible poetry about it. Upon his next poetry reading, Troi cried trying not to laugh and Data was pleased his poetry had finally elicited an emotional reaction.
star trek heritage post (January 26th, 2014)
