Doc Kitteh woke up in the dark.
The clock on his nightstand read four A.M.
Doc Kitteh had not slept well, not since the demon, and the jet lag didn't help. It was why he'd sworn off going to Paris in the past, before the demon. He'd traveled enough during his kitteh life.
Doc Kitteh retrieved the small vial of catnip he had packed into his manicure kit and sniffed, waiting for that tiny wave of peacefulness it brought over him, so fleeting, but just enough to keep it so that the hesitation marks on his fluffeh kitteh wrists remained that way, marks of hesitation, just a step towards the threshold of suicide then a quick step back. Like doing a nutty little fox trot with death himself, a totally hot kind of death like Brad Pitt in Meet Joe Black, a stone fox of eternity.
Surfing the channels the only decent thing Doc could find to watch was some American movie with Adam Sandler, he was playing this guy that'd lost his family in 9/11.
In one scene he is crying and talking about how he sees his wife and daughters everywhere and how he even see the stupid dog's face in the face of every other animal.
Doc Kitteh couldn't help it, he started to cry along with Adam Sandler, he knew it was true, Doc Kitteh saw the stupid dog's face everywhere.
He saw it being torn off by the demon.
Doc Kitteh cried into his pillow and could not remember when it was he fell back asleep but a knock from the concierge woke him up about noon.
Upon opening the door Doc Kitteh was presented with a small envelope.
"What the fuck is this?" said Doc Kitteh.
"A letter Dr. Kitteh."
Doc slammed the door and tore open the small pink envelope. Inside was a small card with a lily printed on it.
Doc Kitteh's heart sank as he read the inscription, "What part of best friends forever did you not understand? Forever is forever. Yours always in friendship, Eric Bana."
"Fuck," said Doc Kitteh as he smushed his paw against his eyes, blacking everything out, trying as hard as he could to make the world go away.
To be continued...