“I’m going to spend the rest of my life making it up to you. D-Do you live…like cat years? Dog years? Human years…?” I did my best to nod at the last one, but he was too far gone in his emotional rant. “Whatever it is, you’ll be a spoiled cat. I’ll take care of you. I’ll give you all the lunch meat you could want. I’ll-I’ll even leave the Star Wars movies on repeat when I go to work, so you won't have to be alone.”
