Sweet extinction, I long for your embrace

I'm giving up. 
Let the nukes rain down on us, I no longer give a crap. 
As a species, we are quite frankly finished. I ask you... Look at what I saw today... Christmas cards that you send to yourself, pretending that the pet spent an inordinate amount of time choosing especially - for you, before writing a few words of declaration of undying love - for you, before liking a stamp with her raspy little tongue to post it and stretch as far up as she can on her hind legs to reach the slot of the pillar post box to post - to you. 
I've just caught a glimpse of the cat. She is sleeping with her nose in her butt and she couldn't care less what kind of Christmas I am going to have.
As long as I don't forget to feed her.