The Paperback Edition…
I slowly drew my hand away from the little head of my ‘apparently not dead’ cat.
“So,” I whimpered, “It’s just me…I’m dead alone.” My eyes started to burn.
But then, out of the corner of my now watery eye, I noticed the black ‘whatever it was’…starting to sway a little and change its shape.
It looked like it was extending a hand out to me.
“OH NO!! OMG!! IT’S THE HAND OF DEATH.” I shrieked.
As the hand appeared to move closer, I shrank back against my pillow. I felt like I should do something…like run somewhere to avoid this…death thing. Could I…? Should I…?
But, hey…I was not going to be the ‘classic dumb girl’ in those stupid horror movies.
You know the one I mean…the terrified girl who stupidly runs down the basement to hide…and then…to no one’s surprise…gets chopped into little pieces..
Does this building even have a basement?
“Noooo,” I whined loudly as the ‘hand’ moved even closer.
And then suddenly, Emma stood up, turned toward me and walked up my legs.
She put her two front paws on my shoulders. We were totally eyeball to eyeball.
“Relax, Tobey. It’s not death. It’s one of your guardian angels. It’s actually your main guardian angel.”
“And…by the way, the correct phrase is ‘the Hand of God’ not…’the hand of death.'”…said Jennifer Lawrence.
…since that is exactly who my cat Emma now sounded like…and…I noted…she had a slight Southern accent.
Emma then licked my nose, dropped her paws, turned around and walked back down my legs and again curled up at the foot of my bed…in ‘her’ Bradley Cooper tee-shirt.
“Not dead then…?” I asked in a trembly, squeaky voice.
“No,” said Emma…very firmly.
I exhaled loudly. “Okay good! Really good and great.”
“His name is Fred. Like in Rogers.” said Emma.
“Oh, Jesus.” I mumbled under my breath.