The Saga of Fishback the Cat - Chapter 14

Being dead brought with it a peace such as Fishback the (former) Cat had never known. He found all his worries had vanished with his life. No longer did he need to wonder when his next meal would come. He did not need to concern himself with whether he might be injured or killed while out exploring. He did not need anything. He had a comfortable bed, tables full of food, and all the entertainment a man could ask for. He had lived a good life, and he could accept his reward, an eternity of peace and happiness.

But he was no man. He did not want tables full of food with plates and silverware. He did not want their entertainment, their books and games and movies. He had lived a good life. One. There were still so many questions to ask, so many rocks and leaves to look under, so many things to knock off of tables. Despite the body the god of boxes had put him in, despite all the understanding he had gained of humanity, at heart, he was still a cat. He had eight more lives to live.

Originally mailed to A. and S. Navoy of Jackson, Mississippi