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Yeah, about two days after I died, my dad was trying to figure out, like, you know, what to do with his apartment and I guess he's still maintaining it for him. And the police had told us that he had two cats, but they didn't say anything. They didn't make a point about it. So I didn't know, right? So I had made an announcement that I had heard about that, and that I said that I have no plans for it, to F what I care about cats. They could die for all I care. That was kind of my attitude. And Gray said that it's one thing to talk reckless, but if you don't get someone to look after the cats, you could have some kind of legal trouble, because they should go to the SPCA or something, because that would be cruel to the animals. I was more just like, I didn't know about no cats. Throw them down the balcony. And then I guess the police did turn them over to, I guess, I don't know who cares, because it definitely isn't me. I hate animals. I don't hurt them. I'm not, I don't pick on and harm animals, but I'll be damned if I have to be any kind of responsibility for them. I don't have them. I don't want them. And so that was kind of my attitude, yeah. And I set it on the nets. And it was a few day affair. I didn't know what was going to happen. And then like probably four days into it, Daryl on here had said that he had heard me or that he had heard about it and he said, geez, I really hope you do something with those cats. I can't imagine you actually really not caring about them. And then the police took care of that.