roadtripped to S.C. my frosh year and rolled up on a squawk in a super shitty car during a highway stretch through some racist southern state, so I flashed my freebee removable powercat window sticker at his face and pointed to the sky and pretended to yell (I didn't) that we were #1, and I clarified by also pointing to the floppy sticker in my hand that the cats were whom I was referring too as being #1. He smiled immediately. What a great day for the cats.