I want a hug. My furball is living somewhere else now, and I don’t know where, and I feel bad and bought and uncaring, and then I feel worse because I don’t feel like it bothers me enough that she’s gone.

And you know what I have to show for it? A Queen concert video and a three-pack of Buffy figures. And if anyone wants them, they can fucking have them, because there’s just no pleasure to be found in treats given to soften a blow.

I want my goddamn cat, you bitch. I want to have at least gotten to hug her goodbye, and fuck you for taking that from me.