In which our intrepid hero finds an illustrative example of why he goes on and on about that spot on a cat’s back.

By way of apology to my real-life friends, who often have to sit through me crapping on about the handling of cats:

And that’s what happens when you rub the middle of a cat’s back. She’s right: she’s obviously not a cat person.

Otherwise, she would know that picking up a full-grown cat in an animal shelter—a cat that’s likely to have seen some abuse and is going to have an attitude—and literally rubbing it up the wrong way is a recipe for disaster. That expression had to come from somewhere, you know.

Cat: 1. Reporter: zilch.

Maybe one day, I’ll find something on YouTube that vindicates my tendency to crap on endlessly about Philip K Dick whilst drunk.