So according to one of my nieces I am the absolute worst aunt ever, which when you think about the number of kids between my two sets of parents really says something for what I did. She called yesterday sobbing like someone had just broken her heart into a million pieces so I pulled over to the side of the road to talk to her and try to get her to calm down and tell me what had happened. Because she called me and not one of her parents and whatever it was I'd fill them in later with however much they had to know to make sure she was okay. Anyway 45 minutes later she had finally calmed down enough for me to get what had happened out of her - the whole conversation I was trying to mentally prepare myself for the absolute worst news she could have gotten - only to find out that the whole thing was over some celebrity cat who had passed away that she'd followed on Instagram.
Following on Instagram was the entire amount of interaction she'd had with this cat and their owners. Just liking the pictures that were posted. And okay my reaction probably won't win me a position in the amazing aunt hall of fame but I think it's at least a little understandable that the first thing out of my mouth was "Are you kidding me? All this over a cat? That you didn't even know?"