I felt as though my hands were resting on the very darkest pages of Cat Country’s history, a history that I was afraid to go on reading.Not going to the foreign enclave had been a mistake, for now I was once again a homeless ghost. Where would I go? The cat-men who had helped with the house were still watching me. They were probably waiting around to see if they could get any more money. To be sure, they had already looted everything that Madam Ambassador had owned, but apparently that still wasn’t enough to diminish their desire to come by a few more National Souls. My head ached terribly and two of my teeth had been loosened in the fall. I was finding it difficult to think clearly. Something in the back of my mind warned me that I was going to be ill. I took my pocketful of National Souls, in denominations of ten and five, and threw them all on the ground. Let the cat-men decide how it should be divided up or stolen, for I certainly didn’t have the heart or energy to supervise.There was no hope for the eight vixens, and now Madam Ambassador was finished too.
