Few years back I had a roommate. And we were doing a lot of shrooms. Grind 'em, douse 'em in Realemon™ and tech 'em.
Anyhow one night we must've left a crumb or two on the counter and (my cat) Ted Biscuit must've found it.
One hour of him plaintively wailing at me until I picked him up.
It must have expanded his consciousness slightly because he's not as dumb as the other three, by a mile.
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