Hee. I went for some physiotherapy one time and the physio genuinely gasped when she saw my shoulders. "Chaz, what in the world have you been doing to yourself?" I think she was expecting some kind of bondage-related confession; instead I said, "Oh, Sophie is a shoulder-cat. And I didn't have a shirt on yesterday, and she didn't see why that should stop her leaping aboard." I couldn't see it, but apparently the scarring was impressive...