“Even with all that expense, the  
corporation still makes a load of a    
money, especially during the tourist   
season. It's all legal. You’re all     
listed as Consultants, and you'll also 
be getting the proper tax forms at the 
end of the year. I suggest you use     
them. Getting a lawyer would also be a 
good idea,” the Cat said, looking      
directly at me.                        
     Getting tax and financial advice  
from a talking Cat, at four in the     
morning, was not something I could’ve  
ever imagined doing, even if I let my  
fantasies run wild for a million years.
     Four o'clock, I thought and looked
at my watch. It was closer to five, and
suddenly I felt really tired. My       
adrenalin was finally coming back down 
to normal.                             
*      I looked at everyone else, and      
they all looked the same way I felt,   
tired, but before they left, Beth      
offered everyone one last shot of Jack 
in celebration for a job well done.    
     I liked the idea, but not that she
gave one to my Arch, and also to the   
Cat!                                   
     Beth came over with mine. “Beth,  
what are you doing, giving a fourteen- 
year-old liquor, and a Cat?”           
     She thought about it for a few    
seconds, “I think you're right hon,”   
and then moved on to Mouse.            
     “What in hell does that even mean,
I'm right?” I said, and wanted to add, 
what about the liquor, and what about  
the Cat, but she’d already turned      
around and was offering the toast.     



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