 Yeah, I never know. I don't I don't know how to respond to it sometimes. I think I get a little anxious and then I'm like, do I be on back? Do I like start to carry on a conversation while you meow at me? Like, I don't know what to do. I start I overthink it so badly. Like, it's so sad. I still think the funniest thing ever, though, is when that one girl we went to high school with like sophomore year barked at a bunch of freshmen.