The first time Mistoffelees met Death, it came as a bit of a shock.
Wizards – or in this case, magical cats – can see Death. He comes as a real person to them. Misto had some inkling of this knowledge, but it was still surprising.
For one thing, Death wasn't quite what he had been expecting.
SQUEAK.
Misto stared down at the cowled skeleton, then glanced at the mouse he was holding in his paws. The blue glow in the skull's eyesockets was glancing reproachfully at it. Misto dropped the mouse and watched as Death swung its tiny scythe in a precise arc.
SQUEAK.
Misto nodded. He seldom spoke, if he could get away with it. The Death of Rats disappeared, leaving him with only a sense of mild bewilderment and a snack.
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"I meant," said Ipslore, bitterly, "what is there in this world that makes living worth while?"
Death thought about it.
CATS, he said eventually, CATS ARE NICE.
--Sourcery, Terry Pratchett
An extremely odd story inspired by my reading Terry Pratchett and watching CATS at the same time. grin I have an odd mind.
