The old dog is asleep next to my bed. The young dog is probably asleep on the kid's bed. The cat has been kidnapped; he is at the house of Love, but he is not lonely. He is my only cat. He comes when I rattle this bottle full of cat treats. He actually comes when I start to pull out the pills to feed old dog for his old dog maladies. Who cares? Who cares about me? What cares about you? Who cares about my dogs and cat? It can get lonely in the middle of the night when you feel that you are alone. You are never alone. God is always stoned and about. The angels are high; you'll get by. Why don't you try; why don't you try not to be an imbecile. Don't you love her gladly?