Tap tap tap, scratch, scratch, tap.  Slowly my eyes adjusted to the soft morning light seeping into my bedroom. I was alive, was my first thought. Now that I am preoccupied with death, I was pleased to note that I was still with other mortals. Not always do they please or excite me, nevertheless they are what I identify with.  The tapping and scratching began again and I struggled to find what the source was. My anti-morning-glare eyes finally detected something furry on…

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