My cat, I mean.
I was about to open a can of tuna for my lunch yesterday. I hadn’t actually opened it. And I don’t have an electric can opener, I use one of those clamp-on-the-can-and-twist openers.
And she suddenly appeared in the kitchen, making “mrrowp?” noises.
The can wasn’t even open yet!
Lending more proof to my theory that cats are, in fact, the Illuminati.