This morning I woke up having some fursuiter version of the nightmare in which you discover you're naked in class. I was in the buffet line at a dinner with colleagues at work, loading up a plate with antipasto. I then made a beeline to a station with carved meats, and one of my colleagues waved me forward and said, "Let the tiger go first." I then look down and discover I'm somehow wearing my stripy bodysuit at a work party...