Well, I just finished burying my wife's cat. I guess that means I won our long war, eh? This was the cat that sent me to the emergency room.

He was a good cat with the kids, he'd let them do anything they wanted to him including dressing him up in doll clothing. His only real problem was that he thought I tasted delicious.

Oh well. My God grant his furry little soul peace, a warm sunbeam, and plenty of tasty man-flesh.

-Blast, strangely feeling a little down but generally okay.