I'm very depressed.
I just had to put Morgan in the shop.
Morgan is my fat-assed one-eyed cat. Notice I said Fat. Not Phat.
This is the second time he's been hospitalized for having a "blockage." His urinary tract somehow develops crystals which blocks his ability to urinate and eventually he'd die when his bladder essentially bursts. It's a $638 job for the Pet mechanic.
Which is ironic because a new shotgun costs almost exactly $638.
Oh well I guess I can't cuddle a shotgun like I could a fluffy cat, in public.
But I will have a shotgun yet. And when I do, I have the puuuurfect first target.