I pace the backyard angrily. I kick a branch, wincing and growling when it hurts my toes. “Jesus all lovin’ bloody booger piece of rotten…” I mutter, spitting on the grass. Ugh!!! I’m so mad!!! My phone lays to the side, cracked from where I threw it. My tail lashes with anger, fur all puffy. God, could this day get any worse?! I feel like I could murder someone…