There’s some philosophy I read that said our entrance to heaven is ultimately granted or denied based on the testimony solely through the eyes of animal-creatures. So I’m going to be touting all these things I tried to do to make the world better, all the times I was struggling, and my cats are going be putting their paws over their eyes in shame, shaking their heads and, able to speak, shout “But what did you fucking room look like at that juncture young man! I know there was technically water in my bowl, but holy Christ! Sweep the fucking floor!”