That feeling. You know it. The one that is beating the soles of your feed with a rubber hose when the boss says, “go and fix the older switch that no one knows how it works”.

Because CatOS is so old it’s got hairy armpits and a deep voice. And it smells, badly. And has no manners and gibbers like drunken gibbon when you attempt to use the command line.

Run. Away.