Normal cats use their claws, my cat has other ideas! What a nut-bar!

Tears.

Tears, how many have fallen from the eyes of the grieving?
Not a drop in the ocean, but an emptying of the heart.
The heart, the storing pool of tears it holds, ready to release.
Not a drop in the ocean, the tears dwarf any ocean, the tears of all.
All the broken hearts, the loss, the lost, the many, the grieving. It DWARFS any ocean and it’s personal to each of us, all of us.