One of my friend’s cats sat on her robot vacuum and had the poor thing speaking in tongues. Every few rounds, it would change to a new language; it took her several tries to undo what that kitty’s talented backside did in just a few moments.
When I brew herbal teas at work, I never take the tea bag out – the flavor intensifies a bit, but it never gets close to “too strong”, especially the peppermint.
Surely, the People gave up on touch lamps long ago; between the cats and the People Kittens progressing through the stages from “Baby” to “Toddler” to “Boy” and “Girl”, a touch lamp is sure to have been turned on at an inopportune moment at least one time too many and been relegated to storage if not to a garage sale outright.
That probably is what is happening, but we haven’t seen it, so it’s just a theory.