What you can learn from someone who shits in a box.

The cat just tears across the whole length of my apartment, up onto and then off of the arm of the couch, getting some just serious air, and the goes right past me and the cat charmer toy that's supposed to be the point of this whole game, and buries herself under the pile of press materials on the living room floor. She pokes her head out with her ears cocked to the side at their most devilish angle, just looking like, "Fuck structured goal-based entertainment. I'm doing me." She can drop some serious knowledge, especially coming from someone who eats out of the garbage.