I died. I died and someone made a clerical error and I am in Heaven.

I'm so pretty, it's hard for me to think of myself as intelligent.

It was why no sane cat allowed kits to come anywhere near human beings. Humans seemed to feel that it was perfectly acceptable to teach kits to accept food from their hands as a matter of course, rather than teaching them the importance of hunting skill and self-reliance.

Now I feel like James Bond. Suave and intelligent, breaking all the codes while looking fabulous.

See? This is why I'm not religious. I couldn't possibly keep my mouth shut long enough to get along with everyone else.

There was a sound like a human yawn, and then the skull turned slightly toward me and asked, 'What's up, boss?'Evil's afoot.'Well, sure,' Bob said, 'because it refuses to learn the metric system. Otherwise it'd be up to a meter by now.