You know, I don't tend to get worked up about tragedy on the news. When I do, I usually feel bad about feeling bad. (Because I can't feel equally bad about everybody, see. What right do I have to wail and gnash for all those innocent strangers in Boston today when I didn't hardly bat an eye for all those innocent strangers in Mogadishu yesterday? It's a sick kind of "hope you brought enough for everyone" hold-over from grade school, I'm sure.)
Regardless, humor's not happening and grammar seems deeply pointless just now. Please take the five minutes you were planning to spend on this blog and put it towards something you will truly enjoy. Cat silliness will resume tomorrow.