Not even thunder

I was feeling really alone last night.

I said this before, but I'll say it again: I love my cats. I defend them fiercely, I worry about them, I probably put up with more shit from them than I should.

Still, when I hear "I'm sorry, we're not right for each other, you have too many cats," there's a burst that lasts about as long as a lightning bolt where I hate them with an amazing passion, and hate Nancy even more intensely for abandoning them, and me.

And then it's gone. Not even thunder to mark that it happened. And then I feel terrible about that feeling for a long time afterward.