Why... Why didn't God give me a tail, why do I have to wear a Garfield onesie to feel comfortable in my own body, I am tormented every moment with a horrible dissonance. Shrieking agony pummels my mind, body and soul endlessly, for I lack something nearly every animal is given. I imagine those beasts don't even think anything of the baffling beauty that is their tail. Oh, how I would commit countless atrocities in order find a way in which I could feel that subtle weight, wagging happily just at the back of my waist. how terrifying your might, God. To deny me something so simple, yet paramount to my spiritual completion. Where is my tail, my paws, my fur... just WHERE is my birthright! I have been forsaken! Born in the wrong body. I will NEVER forgive this, I have been wronged by every means, my spirit torn asunder from it's proper frame, my vessel... Incorrect...