There once was a tiger striped cat.

This cat died a million deaths, revived and lived a million lives, and he was owned by various people who he didn’t really care for. The cat wasn’t afraid to die.

Then one day the cat became a stray, which meant he was free. He met a white female cat, and the two of them spent their days happily together. Well, years passed, and the white cat grew weak and died of old age. The tiger striped cat cried a million times, and then he died too.

Except this time, he didn’t come back to life.

I hate that story. I never liked cats, you know that.