Death looked at his latest mission and sighed, a sound like a mournful wind among gravestones. He considered pawning the assignment off on a lesser psychopomp. He could claim it was beneath his notice. But that would be a lie that his subordinates would see through.
All deaths were important, even that of a kitten. It wasn’t that the death of an adorable creature was depressing. He didn’t get emotional about his job.
When a cat lost all nine of their lives at once, he’d have to gather them all. He was going to be chasing kitten souls all morning.

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