I once was travelling abroad as a student, staying at a family’s place as an exchange student.

Their cat was… well, this comic. I once sat on it. It was a very weird, creepy feeling, I could feel his little bones on my ass while my brain tried to figure out what the ball of fuzz, claws and rage was under there.

The cat ran out the back door and nobody saw it for like three days. It was, needless to say, a very awkward stay after that.