I’m waiting for the first rich toon to leave the fortune to the “cat”.
Shortly after High school I warked in a mental facility. I saw and worked directly with people of diminished mental capacity, from Mildly retarded (so mild youd just think them a little ‘off’) to profound sub 20 straitjacketed violent.
Some spaz out at a fly in the room and require 5 lumberjack sized men and a 100mg shot of Thorazine on a daily basis over it. Some have sex with rubber balls and God help you if you try taking it from them. Some have dolls and doe on them like children.
And if they throw Cuddles the robocat throufg a glass door, once in 5 years, the other 4 years and 364 days provided them with joy, comfort, and a greatly reduced anti-psychotic drug intake. real or not.
So whats the problem again?
Screw drivers — ok, not much emotional attachment. But you’re getting awfully close to my socket set and No. 5 Smoother, there, buddy. You’ve been warned.