Why was the cat mad? What was wrong with mad cat? Finally, someone caught up with Don, and they asked him. “What’s bothering you?”
I’m bitter. I’m upset. I f***in’ hate you because I knew what I was doing, and I knew what I wanted, but you made none of it available to me. You deprived me for your personal amusement. You gave me eyes to see, but when I needed them most, you turned the lights off. You made me go the long way, even though I had a shortcut because you didn’t believe in shortcuts.
I learned lessons as a child, but you made me relearn them as an adult. You wasted my time-my precious time, and the years passed by. Those years, I’ll never get back. I’ll never be that age again. Like death, I was dead to the world. I’m so angry because you took something from me you can never replace. Time! Now you have to tread lightly.
While I try to forgive, and while I’m trying to forget and move on, please stay away. I’m mad cat, and I’m really mad.
“Donahue, it’s me, God. Relax man. I got something planned for us. I’m going to take you to the French Quarter.”