No, it was just rascally catness.
We were moving South in a 3 vehicle caravan, and the cats were in a large cage in my car. Domino decided he wasn’t going to get along with the other cats, so my friend driving the main truck said, “I’ll take him”. Ha!
At 1 in the am driving through SC, Domino, who had been dozing on the passenger seat of the truck, suddenly decided the driver needed “The Needles” on his front right thigh.
The driver responded by driving the truck into a ditch on 95. The middle car saw him, and stopped, but I, in the lead, contined blithely on.
Some great truckers stopped and tried to help them get out, but they eventually had to call a tow. I never did find them until we met up at Welcome Center.
It is a welcome relief from the excessive bitter political nastiness that has been prevalent on this board lately.