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Purple mist edged into the blackness of my vision, creeping in until it swirled around me and tickled my whiskers. So this is what death was like. I’d never been particularly fussed about the afterlife; you live, you die, you always fall back on your feet. Nine lives and all that.
A neutral voice cut through my disdain, and the mist shifted to reveal a small black cat wearing glasses staring at a massive tome. “Midnight, master of humans Lark and Julie, correct?”
I flicked my tail, much fluffier than this scrawny thing. “Yes.”
The cat meowed, adjusting its glasses. “Good, good. Good mouser skills, though a bit lazy at it. Lots of puking on the new carpet. Midnight, that’s not good.”
Was I supposed to defend myself? It was just carpet. It smelled funny.
The cat flipped forward a page. “But you were always in command of your humans’ love, so that’s something. Hmmmm. Do you know why you’re here?”
“I died.”
“Oh, first I’ve ever heard that one. So original. Yes, you died. Nine times.”
“Am I being judged?” Not that it mattered. Every place was beneath me anyway.
“No, that’s a different religion.” The cat’s ears flicked. “Mostly we just need to get a statement about why you killed Michael.”
My nose twitched, and my tail thrashed around me. “He invaded my space. He wanted my humans.”
The cat stretched its back and closed the book. “Good, good. Welcome to your afterlife.”
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