I feel this on a soul level...
Today when we got home from the mall, Pete proceeded to:
Jump on the table and sniff all the bags (it was a little fair thing sponsored by Weis markets, so there was lots of free food)
Then, as my mom ate lunch, he sat in her chair and kept reaching out and trying to take the plate (she was eating cold meat and cheese)
Before long she was complaining that he wouldn't stop following her around and getting into everything, until he finally fell asleep
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