I am petrified. Every noise could be the last noise I hear.
It's a beautiful day; there's not a cloud in sight. I should be outside. Or I shouldn't be outside. There's bears outside.
What this comic is saying, is that there is no way the cat is getting into heaven.
Update: 10:33PM. One hour, 27 minutes to go. Things seem to be okay. Doors are locked. It's a bit chilly around though, a lot chillier than it usually is.