Chapter Thirty-Four
I’m bodiless in the kitchen of our apartment.
Fluffster jumps onto the table and leans the bag of Meow Mix into a bowl on the floor.
When the bowl fills up with enough food, Fluffster pushes the bag back into an upright position and looks down, curiosity in his eyes.
The cat stares back at him a look that seems to say, “Our Majesty will spare you again, fancy rodent. Our mercy knows no bounds. Now we shall feast, and you’ll be quiet… or else.”
Lucifur then walks over to the bowl and starts eating.
As I watch this, I realize I might not have been specific enough when I decided to see a vision about “everyone I know.”
On the bright side, if I perish after Nero is drained—which is likely—at least I got to see my pets one last time.
Eventually, the cat-feeding visio
