Sunday Went to Heaven (Part 2)

After walking a long time, the Cat and the man stopped before a magnificent, golden gate encrusted in diamonds. Above it, in a brilliant display of white light, there was a sign that simply said “Heaven”. The pair were in awe!

“Welcome, Mr. Paolo,” boomed the loud voice of a man, formally dressed, sitting behind a stupendous, platinum desk. “Come right in.” The lordly gate slowly began to open.

“I can hardly believe I made it to Heaven,” Paolo chuckled, “Somebody must have made a mistake.” He picked up Sunday and started to walk through the gate.

“Pardon me, Mr. Paolo,” the man loudly said, “pets aren’t allowed in Heaven.” The man had a very serious look on his face. Sunday looked down in embarrassment and fear. Paolo couldn’t believe it!

“Yah, well Sunday isn’t a pet – she’s family,” Paolo said trying to ease the tension.

“Would you please put down the cat and walk through the gate. People are waiting for you.”

Paolo stopped trying to be friendly. “Listen up you pompous nitwit. I am never again going ANYWHERE without Sunday! Now get your fat ass out of that seat and fetch me your manager. NOW!” The man’s mouth dropped open. Sunday struggled to jump down and run away- she was afraid something like this would happen. She didn’t want her person to be doomed for all eternity because of his love for her. Paolo held her tighter.

The man jumped to his feet. His face was flushed red and his eyes seemed to bulge.

“I AM the Manager,” he screamed. “I AM THE MANAGER OF THE UNIVERSE!”

Paolo calmly nodded his head. “I figured as much,” he said. “It would take a real tool like you to screw everything up as much as it is…..”

“GET OUT!” bellowed the man. In a valiant push and leap, Sunday jumped from Paolo’s arms and started running away from the gate.

“Oh, big man!” said Paolo. “You can bully a 9-pound cat – wanna bully me? Why are you so friggin’ weird? Did your Mother breast-feed you through a straw?”

“Get out! YOU’RE DOOMED! GET OUT!” Paolo walked a few steps and then turned back and yelled, “Good job on Spina Bifida, Mr. Manager – and your Pope sucks too!”

“GET OUT! GET OUT!!” screamed the master of the universe.

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(TO BE CONTINUED)

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