The other day I laid face down on my friend's mattress after our sesh, hoping her two cats, Gaston & Fawn, would come out to see me. I felt the actions I took were extremely delayed, and as I looked up, Gaston, the little ginger one, was right in front of me. I pet him and immediately understood why the ancient Egyptians loved these little fellas so much. That interaction with Gaston felt religious.
