The End will be Good if I have a Cat.

A poem, Apocolyspe, Global Warming or Nukes.

At the end of the world.

I want a cat in my lap content to die there, for me to be content to die there.

The fire already burns through. I require no angels to save me. No coming or returning Messiah.

Just content with how I have acted as a human being.

I just want to pet some soft lovely fur and scratch a kitty behind the ear.

My life has only the meaning I put into it.

And that meaning I want to revolve around a cat.