An old farm cat finally passed away after a long, simple life. He arrived at the gates of Heaven, blinking in the bright, golden light, and was surprised to see God Himself waiting there.
God smiled kindly and said, “You’ve been a good cat all these years—loyal, gentle, and patient. You’ve earned your rest.”
The cat gave a little bow. “Thank you,” he said humbly, his whiskers twitching.
“As a reward,” God continued, “anything you want is yours. Just name it.”
The cat thought for a moment. “Well… I lived my whole life with a kind but poor family on a farm. They loved me, but I always had to sleep on cold hardwood floors. Not a rug, not a cushion in sight. My back still aches thinking about it.”
God chuckled softly. “Say no more.”
With a snap of His fingers, the fluffiest, most luxurious pillow imaginable appeared beside the cat. It was enormous—cloud-white, velvet-soft, and it even purred a little as the cat curled into it.
“Ohhh,” the cat sighed, stretching his tired limbs. “Now this is Heaven.”
A few days later, six little mice passed away in a tragic kitchen-floor incident involving a spilled bag of rice and a very startled housewife. When they reached Heaven, God greeted them too with His usual gentle warmth.
“You, too, have earned your rest,” He said kindly. “Welcome. Here in Heaven, you can have anything you wish.”
The mice looked at each other, a bit nervous, still trembling from a lifetime of hiding behind baseboards.
One of the braver ones stepped forward and said, “All our lives we’ve had to run. Cats, dogs, mousetraps, broomsticks—there was never a moment of peace.”
Another mouse piped up, “If only we had roller skates, we wouldn’t have to run—we could glide.”
God laughed with delight. “Say no more.”
With another divine gesture, each mouse was fitted with a pair of perfect little roller skates, custom-sized for tiny mouse feet. They zipped off across Heaven, squeaking with joy, doing spins and figure-eights on the clouds.
About a week later, God decided to check in on the old cat. He found him exactly where He’d left him—curled up, eyes closed, purring softly on his cloud-pillow.
God gently nudged him awake. “How are you enjoying Heaven, old friend? Are you happy here?”
The cat stretched luxuriously, kneaded the pillow a few times, and yawned wide enough to show every sharp little tooth.
“Ohhh, I’ve never been happier,” he purred. “This pillow is divine. The air smells like warm milk. And those Meals on Wheels you’ve been sending every day?”
He licked his lips with a satisfied grin.
“Absolutely delicious.”