My siblings, Sasha and Salem, and I are sitting in the living room staring at a brand new object our human brought home today. It’s tall and luscious and I get an intense impulse to scratch it when I look at it.
“Ooooh, I want to touch it first,” Salem is basically drooling on the floor.
Sasha and Salem both start to walk toward it when I hold them back with my paws, “No one touches it. It could be a trap.”
They both stop and we all stare at it some more.
“I bet it came in a killer box though! Let’s go find it.” We all scatter.