My mom’s dog liked to play tug of war with the cat’s leash while the cat was attached to it. Sometimes the cat would go along with it for a bit, but she let him know quite clearly when she was over it. My mom had to install an extra latch on her camper’s screen door. If the dog and cat were left inside, they’d manage to get out. They wouldn’t get out if it was just one or the other inside, and it never happened if someone was inside with them. That was over 10 years ago and we still don’t know how they did it.
Big time. I used to work for a company in which the CEO and half of the senior VPs were cooking the books to artificially enact year end bonuses. It was so bad that the company ended up laying off 1/3 of it’s staff just before New Year’s Eve in order to keep the doors open. The company was trading at $25 per share when I first started, and for nearly $1 per share shortly after I was laid off. They eventually sold to another company. Ironically, a year or two before the CEO had talked about how the company looked into buying out another company that was in financial distress, but it looked like that company had a big problem with embezzling.
The comic gets reviewed by live editors, and the website is policed by a a word filter that isn’t programmed for context. Two completely different systems. ¯\(°_o)/¯
I still marvel at old Atari games.