Mr Fulffykins yawned. The endless eons stretched before his dainty paws; the process to become immortal had uplifted his intelligence. It was worse than just being an immortal cat.

He yawned again and cursed his existence; how old was he now? One or was it two billion. It didn’t matter, really what was a billion years when compared to infinity.

The old instincts flared; something moved like a small mammal. The hunger burned; that million year hunger, no food, nothing to catch. Just dust and desolation.