Good bye, buddy.

You all saw this coming, didn't you? I mean, we blew a royalty check on the fucking cat, and all it turned out to be was a pathetic gamble with more money than we really had that maybe, he'd get to live the full cat allotment and not have to check out early.

But it was not to be.

That thing on his face got really big, and then it had some sort of internal explosion, and I don't care how much that beastie is horking down, when he's literally weeping blood, it's time to call the game.

I called i...