You take the obvious straight line to him. Bad idea. Instead of making your way to him and his CORKBORAD CONSPIRATUS, you make it two feet into the little disks PS has on his ground. Your RIGHT foot is plunged into the YELLOW disk and comes out on the other side a little smaller. Your LEFT foot is plunged into the GREEN disk and comes out the other side a little larger.
Did you know that cats have scent glands in their feet that they both use to communicate with other cats, but also to sense the environment. You are no different than this. You use your paws to evaluate as much as you can from the environment. Because of this, you start to go crazy after a few seconds of having your feet in the disks. You can steel feel the environment through your shoes, but your LEFT foot is picking up way too much information and your RIGHT foot is several seconds behind. Your meows turn to yowls, purrs turn to yips, your expression turns from grumpy to insane and deranged. You NEED to get out here, if you don't, your whole world might mentally end.