I happened to save a tabby cat, and suddenly I could understand what it was saying! The little cat claimed it was the boss of this neighborhood, then told me to become its lackey. Stick with the Cat Lord, and you’ll eat well and live in luxury: roast chicken and beer. Go with anyone else, and you’ll get a beating with a stun baton the moment you step outside. Before I knew it, I’d joined the wrong crowd. Only later did I realize this wasn’t just some big shot. It was the true god of the cat world. It looked at me and said, “Young man, do you want to become the richest person in the world? Rule the globe? Or become someone no one in the human world dares to mess with? Or you can just make a wish.”
“Great One, I want to make money.”
“That’s a bit difficult. How about you name another wish?”
“I want world peace! I want to punish evil and uphold justice! I want to wipe out all the bad people and war criminals.”
“Hmm... Very admirable, young man! How about we go back to that first wish and figure out how to make you rich?”
