this is why i love b

b is my little brother. and when i say little i mean younger because he is actually very tall. i have another younger brother named matty who loves cats. (ew) and he has had a lot of cats. and they always meet their end on the very busy highway in front of my parents' house. my mom, deba, was getting ready one morning and heard the sickening thud that comes when cat and tire meet at high speeds. not wanting tenderhearted matty to see his cat laying on the road, she went into b's room to recruit some help retrieving the cat. "b, matty's cat just got hit by a car, come help me take care of it." he responded to her, sleepy and annoyed, "i am so tired of scraping matt's cats off the road." but he did it anyway.