Hey, pup, how's the afterlife? Good, good. Say, I need a favor. Since you left, the fucking neighborhood cats are getting out of control. They're all over the car and the deck. They crap in my yard. The other day, a huge orange tabby came up to me with a dead snake dangling out of his mouth. He looked like a particularly grotesque Fu Manchu. So if you could, like, astrally whiz in the yard or haunt them or something, that'd be great. Thanks. Hope the squirrels are all fat and crippled where you are.
Be good.
john
(the guy who used to feed you)