“I think I'll come back as a cat.”
“You would wind up as a cat, I told her. They don't need anyone else. I need you, she replied.Well, I said. Maybe I'll come back as catnip.”
“I'll come back to you," I say, "If it's the last thing I do, I'll come back to you.”
“I'll come back to you," I say. "I promise you, if it's the last thing I do, I'll come back to you."Her face is buried in my neck. She nods."I'll count the minutes until you do." she says.”
“I know what I'll do. I'll run away. I'll join the circus. I'll juggle cats. I have experience.”
“Brother, if you feed the cats, they'll keep coming back. Please. I beg you. Stop.”