J and I and her folks were visiting my uncle Jim and family; they lived on an animal preserve, desert-like. They had a pet ocelot. It was like a big version of my cat, Diva, wanting attention, then slapping you in the face. Finally it was time to go. As the music swelled, everyone else left but uncle Jim asked if I wanted to dance with the cat, so I overstayed the music and got in trouble. Then I had a hard time closing the magnetic glass door to the compound.