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My name is Sprinkles, and I was the cat that Tina Warder raised for ten years. After I died, my soul floated in the air, and I watched that man named Howard Patel slap Tina to the ground. The sound was sharp and piercing. Tina was knocked onto the sofa, and blood instantly oozed from the corner of her mouth. I saw her huddle in the corner, trembling all over, too scared even to cry out. It was only at that moment that I understood that it wasn’t that she didn’t love me, nor that she was unwilling to buy me expensive cat food or the cat villa she’d promised. It was that she couldn’t even love herself. She had nothing, trapped in a living hell. I begged every god I could think of, draining all the spiritual energy I had as a cat. And I came back into her womb.