You look at your sofa and look at the strange fat orange cat that you adopted from the shelter. He seems depressed and looks as if he wants to drown his sorrows in lasagna and alcohol. He looks over at you as holds a Heineken beer in his paw. He meows with an indignant tone.

“Are you here to join my pity party? I feel that my lasagna has gotten cold and that my world is crumbling around me.”