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I should have worn my leather jacket today.

I wore my vinyl jacket instead (a little paranoia about the (nil) chance
of rain). On the way home, after parking the car, on the path to my
apartment, I re-encountered a very friendly neighborhood cat
(buff-colored, earning him the name “buffcat”). He recognized me, and
turned to meet me as I walked toward him. I leaned down to let him
sniff my fingers.

With a violent POP I released into the tip of his nose the thousands of
electrons my vinyl jacket had scraped off the synthetic upholstery of my
Civic.

He recoiled in pain and fright, and eventually slunk away down the path,
crying feebly. He seemed to say, as he looked back over his shoulder,
“Why? Why would you do this to me, you nice stranger? I thought you were
my friend! How can I ever trust you again?”