The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A bunch of cats are somehow operating tiny, hand-cranked irrigation systems in the middle of a sun-drenched alfalfa field. The air's thick with the sweet smell of fresh hay and the warm sunlight casts a golden glow over the entire scene, with a gentle breeze rustling the tall grass. Like, a flock of starlings just flew overhead, carrying a few loose strands of barbed wire between them, which they carefully deposit onto a nearby fence post. Umm, the air pressure feels pretty steady, with just a hint of humidity, like it might rain later.