I was walking down Divisadero one fine morning and found a couple people crouched in front of the door to a store. Naturally, being an inquisitive sort, I stopped to see what was going on. At which point one of them said, “Go, save yourself! It’s already got us!”
Well, ‘it’ was the store kitty for a pet supplies shop called ‘Black Nose Trading Co’, and he (they said they thought he was a boy named something-‘worth’ or something-‘worthy’) was standing in front of the mail slot for the not-yet-open shop and demanding to be petted. Loudly and insistently. And once you started, he made it very, very clear that he did NOT want you to stop.