Inspired by my cat once again using my gut as a springboard to launch herself at mach speed, all the force of which is concentrated in the tiniest configuration of her hind paws as possible.
At least this time she didn’t literally take a running start before using my chest/gut to parkour herself off at a 90 degree angle.
My cat used to make biscuits on my neck. It motivated me to keep his nails well trimmed, but a trimmed nail is still a nail.