A Cat's Tale

Death has always been at my heels, nipping at me with its frigid fangs. I gradually lost the ability to feel, starting with love and ending with anger, but that's the effect of watching the various people you cared for die before your eyes because you cared for them. Death and I are all too familiar, his cold hands always sitting on my shoulders as he whispers his persuasive words that make life feel pointless.

Before I knew it, I was among the departed and for no significant reason other than the misfortune of being at the right place at the wrong time. It's almost laughable really, seeing how a simple stroll turned to such a bizarre series of events leading to the birth of my current self, a simple cat. My life before was empty, but repetitive, making the process of Soul Judgement far simpler for the Yama in charge. Emptiness lead to Purgatory, which in turn lead to my current predicament.

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