I, being relatively poor, could only afford the tax for 9 lives and therefore decided to live them to the fullest on Earth.

He quickly got his wish, in a cruel, twisted way; His insolent servant fed him the same food every day!

If not for sits, then why is it made of warm?

Waiting for my "Most confusing synopsis" award. Story will be extremely dark at times, though will mostly be about naps during the day, naps during the night, naps during the time between the day and the night, and chasing that pesky little red dot. Note that I sometimes use the oxford comma and sometimes don't to agitate readers.