Heaven Won't Wait

The open-minded philosophical Rita rat offers her thoughts to Pye the familiar witches’ cat as he grapples to understand this strange waiting zone called The Traveller’s Rest Inn pub. Louis holds the key to the gates of paradise. Not all may climb the silver stair to heaven. Pye nodded, he was, he had to admit, guilty of nibbling this vermin’s nethermost region. “Sorry.” “It’s your nature. We can’t deny it. We must be true to ourselves.” Pye cogitated, and then he said, “I have a problem with that.” “Oh?” Rita asked. “What if our nature is a psychopathic serial killer? Wouldn’t it be better to renounce it?” Rita nodded. Pye made a good point. She gnawed on that intriguing idea. She hadn’t considered Pye an intellectual. Appearances were, indeed, deceptive. ‘A deliciously dark fairytale, brimming with humour as black as a witch’s cat.’