You were recently given a sniper rifle that, of course, had a laser on it. You immediately thought to go outside and point the laser at a group of cats that were eating tuna that was left out for them.

You moved the sniper around and two kittens chased it, occasionally letting out squeaky meows. Wyatt came out and put his hand in front of the laser, leaving the kittens confused. "That's not what that's for, mate."