Not sure if I’m jealous, or happy that the last time something warm and fluffy brushed my legs under the table, it was a damn trash panda.
A kitten would have been nicer, but as I was camping, I wouldn’t have wanted to take care of it.
I’m happy the cat distribution system missed me that day, but that fat racoon made me freak out for a moment, while I was wondering if it might have rabies.
I don’t remember the sequence. I presume this was after having pushed the emergency stop button?