My cat knocked my phone off the table yesterday, and it landed face-up, recording. I now have a 47-minute video of my cat staring at me while I sleep-talk about quarterly reports. The worst part? At minute 32, I clearly say, "The numbers look great, Mr. Whiskers," and give a thumbs up. My cat has seen me at my most professional. I have never been more embarrassed in front of an animal who licks his own feet.