My cat was runover on monday, and there's a guy at work who keeps asking me if I've gotten a new one yet. every time he asks I get a feeling of sadness in my heart, I loved my kitty so, and he asks as though getting over her death and replacing her are so easy.
Well i've got news for you, sir... it's not. i wish i could say that to your face, you big jerk... but i don't want to be rude...
