oh yeah,
I ended up last night, right before going to sleep, executing butter reclamation from long dog, he being of extreme viciousness, defending butter with end of life tactics, me using a banjo case to make separation between the predator and it’s holy prey. This job included high speed running with tight corners, butter bandit also jumping and using very effective parkour technique across all furniture, anything in his way at all, before giving me an inch, but one I took when he finally hesitated with lightening fast CIA quick hand skills.
After that I went outside and separated Big Boy from Driveway Raccoon. They were pretty close. It was unreadable (you know, the mask blocking the true intentions of much conversation) so I made a decision to split that possible party or not up. Thankfully DR looked me in the eye, and after a very long read of my intentions, casually turned and left. As he retreated Big Boy played it Deputy Cat to my Sheriff and took a few quick steps toward him as if to ‘run him out of town’, a real stupid move, I thought. I didn’t bring the banjo case onto that scene, so I didn’t need a Tim Conway showdown. I also wasn’t in blackface.