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Cats had nine lives, but only one Death, like everyone else.
Puss in Boots had always laughed at the notion. He didn’t need a creepy shadow warning him about lethal danger, he was a legend.
Until his spare lives ran out.
Then the wolf appeared.
Puss slowly pushed his drink away. His Death sneered:
"Now you’re paying attention."
"Why… aren’t you moving away?"
"I will, once you sober up."
A claw tilted Puss’ chin up.
"When you do, you’d better remember this," his Death growled: "I won’t let you ignore my signs anymore. If I get this close again, run."