Charlie in heaven by Terri Rimmer
When Charlie got to Heaven, carried on a comfy cat throne by the angels, feathers flying in the air with all the cat nip he could fathom like a king worshipped just like those the Egyptians bowed to, he thought to himself: "Wait a minute. Is this right?" "Yes, it is. I am a king." He then allowed himself to be whisked into the aromas of seafood, lightness, angelic leaps and bounds without a care in the world where illness and limits knew no such things and he would soon be introduced to new and shiny toys and lofts of glory in the way of cat lounges that drifted into the clouds. At this moment however, he was gently placed down at a cat tea party where some felines were gathered. A Calico leaned toward him, "Welcome," she said. "Who was your owner?" Charlie said, "Cindy." The Calico named Eunice tilted her head and sipped her tea before asking, "It wouldn't possibly be Cindy Persico, would it?" Charlie then sat up tall ...