A CAT HAS 9 LIVES

A CAT HAS 9 LIVES

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Jericho Clay, a sixty-five year old farmer got murdered by his wife and best friend but was reincarnated into the body of one of the most ruthless Mafia boss in history called Giovanni Israel. Giovanni Israel had a criminal empire he wants to protect from his greatest enemy and rival, Lorelei Capello. Jericho made a deal with Israel to save his criminal empire from this mysterious woman. Israel granted Jericho with nine lives to accomplish this impossible mission.

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Chapter 1

THE AWAKENING

There’s an old English proverb that states: "A cat has nine lives. For three he plays, for three he strays, and for the last three he stays".

A common myth that we’ve all heard is that cats have nine lives. 

But where does this fiction of feline immortality actually come from? And why is it the number nine?

Nine is considered a magical number, which could also be part of the reason cats are attributed with nine lives. Cats have been both worshipped and feared throughout the ages and are seen as magical creatures.

The myth that cats have multiple lives exists across the world. 

No one exactly knows where the expression came from, but it has been around for centuries.

But do cats actually have nine lives?

No! Cats have one life just like any other living creature, most people would say. 

Cats. Interesting lovely creatures. 

They're probably the most independent pet out there. They can withstand falls and other serious accidents without being fatally wounded, which is perhaps where the saying ‘a cat has nine lives’ actually comes from.

But Why nine lives? 

Can cats cheat death?

Most people would disagree on that but trust me, I've experienced this Feline immorality. It's real. It happened to me. 

I woke up one morning and I was a cat with 9 lives. 

*

At my funeral, my family waited in a line, leading to the casket so that people can say their condolences and then see the deceased before taking their seats. 

They then began their officiant speech about my life, the kind of person I was and all the nice bullshít they said about me that we all knew weren't true.

A few of them said some prayers for me. Other's just shook their head at my corpse and left.  

It's Crazy how people can pretend at ones funeral, isn't it?

At last, Barry, my closest friend was called forth to deliver a eulogy. He stood in front of everyone and told some stories  about me.  

I gotta say, he did try to keep it lighthearted and Funnyish, or super sweet. He did have a lot to say about me and so did many others. 

Even my wife, Fionna. 

Pathetic. Really pathetic. I'm glad I wasn't alive to listen to all those trash spilling from their mouths and yet, the memory was mysterious imbedded in me. 

Afterwards, these two people were the very ones who had me murdered. 

Finally, they closed my casket and the pall bearers carried my pale stiff body through the attendees to the hearse. Everyone followed behind the hearse in a funeral procession in their own cars to the burial place. 

It was a stormy afternoon with dark clouds blotting any ray of sunlight from touching the earth. 

It rained cat and dogs with claps of thunder and sounds of flashing hitting everywhere. 

Once at the cemetery, my immediate family all sat in front in chairs while every one else stood behind them in a semi circle. 

The pall bearers Carried my casket from the hearse to the final resting place and they say some more prayers and last words, or whatever they have planned to say to me. 

My family, friends or whoever, placed flowers on my casket to be buried with me. 

Immediately everyone left, the casket was lowered into the ground and covered with dirt. 

Dirt kept dropping on my casket until it was blotted out from this world forever. 

Up above the soil was my headstone. 

JERICHO CLAY 1956–2021 

A flash of lighting flashed across the sky followed by a resounding thunder clap. 

*

*

Beep-beep!

Beep-beep!

Beep-beep!

The bedside alarm went on for five seconds until I woke up and turned it off. Groaning, I slowly sat up and stretched my back, yawing tirelessly. 

I opened my eyes slightly to find myself in a small room. 

" Wha–where am I?" I said. 

I stiffened when I heard my voice. It wasn't weak and hoarse as it usually was. My voice sounded youthful and tough.

My hands sharply went to my throat and I felt it. A strong Adams apple. There were no wrinkles on my flesh either. 

" Strange," my lips moved. I glanced down at my hand to find my skin fresh and olive. 

Across the room was a wall mirror. I climbed out of my bed and hurried over to it. 

What I saw startled me and made me caught my breath sharply. 

I was young. 

Or rather I was in the body of a rather outstanding good looking man. The man who owns this room was taller, Stronger and very impressive. He's got a strong jawline and very brightful green eyes. His mass of ginger curly hair were shoulder length and silky. 

I started at my reflection, unable to believe this was real. 

" Oh, darling," came the sound of a woman. " I can't take it anymore."

" I'm just getting started!" A fully grown man grunted. " Open your legs wider, dear."

My eyes widened. " Huh? What's going on?"

I approached the door and opened it a fraction to find myself looking at a long corridor. Three rooms away from mine the door was where the noise was coming from. 

It was the noise a man and woman makes whenever they make love. I gently closed the door and returned back to my room. 

The time on my alarm read thirty-five minutes passed four o'clock. I drew back the curtains of my mirror and glanced outside to realize it was already morning with the sun nearly dawning to begin the new day. 

" Faster, darling," the woman from the other room moaned, raising her voice louder. " Give it to me faster."

I sat down on my bed and scratched the back of my head in confusion. But what exactly happened? The last thing I remember was being attacked by a bunch of people then I passed out into darkness and never woke up. 

What the heck, I'm supposed to be dead. So how am I still alive and in a strangers body. 

So many questions. It drove me nuts. 

Finally, I decided to take a deep breath and keep calm. Whenever I'm in a jam, silence and steady slow breathing goes a long way to make me calm.

More than anything else, I wished I had a cigarette. Thinking would probably make more sense to me once I have a cigarette inbetween my lips. 

But first, I gotta get outta here. 

I didn't bother brushing my teeth or getting into a shower. I felt weak and wobbly, but not as wobbly as I thought I was going to feel.

I went over to the closet and opened the door. I found an expensively tailored yellow-white flannel suit on a hanger, a pair of black leather foreign shoes, and a wide-brimmed hat on a shelf. 

I stared at the clothes, knowing they weren't mine. But that wasn't going to stop me. I hastily threw the clothes on. I also wore the black shoes I found on the shoe stacks and took the hat, fitting it properly on my head. 

Looking myself before the mirror, I couldn't help but be astonished. 

The man reflected before me was the most impressive male I've ever seen: slim, but powerfully-built, with his curly ginger swept-back hair, his long face, an eagle-like nose and dark penetrating hawk eyes. 

I caressed the gold Omega wrist watch on my wrist and felt the gold rings on my fingers. On my index finger was a big Ruby ring. 

I realized I was in the body of a rather wealthy powerful person. 

Grabbing a bulky wallet I found on the reading table, I found my way out of the room, walked down the corridor until I was in the old elevator cage. 

Dipping my hand in my suit instinctively, I produced a gold cigarette case with initials in diamonds. Surprised, I also produced a gold lighter, also decorated with diamonds. 

I lit a cigarette as the cage descended to the hotel lobby. Then nodding to the receptionist, I left my key and walked out into the narrow, busy street. 

As soon as I was out, I turned to look the building I was in. 

It was a motel. I must've spent the night here. I knew deep within myself I didn't. I just woke up in there. 

A few folks could be seen walking around the streets. Traffick was less but it won't be for long. Once the day's bright enough, everywhere would be jammed with cars and people. 

As I drew in smoke, I boarded an empty bus and sat down at the back. I had no idea where I was going and I didn't care. I just wanted to get as far away from where I woke up as possible. 

I kept smoking, taking my time to clear my head. With time, thinking became suddenly easier. 

Now that I think of it, I observed a lot of things are odd with this place. I hadn't the faintest idea where I was. The people I saw on the streets through my window were all wearing old fashioned clothes. 

Even the cars were old fashioned. They were Cars of my time when I was still a kid. 

I saw a lot of 1950 Crosley Station Wagon, 1951 Studebaker Starlight Coupe, Buick Roadmaster, Hudson Hornet and Cadillac Coupe deVille racing on the road. 

Tons of 'em. 

My hands went through the expensive suit I wore and out of my pockets, I found a journal. 

I went through the journal, searching for the date. What I found came as a shocker to me. 

4th April 1967. 

My eyes widening, I sharply pulled out my cigarette from my lips and rubbed my eyes to be sure I wasn't dreaming. 

1967? That's seven years after I must've been born. I had died the year 2021. 

No that's not the word. It's murdered. Yes, I was murdered. I remembered clearly now. 

I was murdered on the 6th of April 2021. 

And yet I'm still alive but in a totally different time. Back to the past. 

By the look of things, I think I can comprehend what was happening. 

It seemed I got reincarnated. I never believed such things exists. I've read about it, watched movies that showcased it, even heard stories about it. 

But I never imagined something like that could happen. Specifically to me. 

As I pondered on this, the bus stopped. 

" Last stop!" The driver yelled. 

Stepping out of the bus, I walked down the streets, eyes watchful. 

I felt light headed. It was unbelievable. I remained where I stood, looking like a virgin on her first night on prom. 

Glancing down at the journal in my hand, I studied it. It appears the man who's body I inhabited was someone of importance. The journal held many events and activities only a billionaire would write in his journal. 

Then I saw his name. 

Giovanni Israel.

Giovanni? Giovanni was an Italian name. Who was he? 

To get answers, I hurriedly searched his phone contacts names. I found strange nicknames written at the end page of his book. 

Bistro.

Ace. 

Benno.

El trigger. 

Knife.

Swallowing, I decided to try out Knife. I was puzzled why Giovanni decided someone's contact number to be saved as knife

There were a lot of cars drifting up and down the broad Street and a little crowd of people on the side walks. I walked through the crowd until I found a drug store. 

There was one thing I had to find out. I shut myself in a phonebooth and dialled 8888. 

I listened to the burr-burr-burr of the ringing tone, and my heart skipped a beat when a man with strong Italian accent answered. " Hallo?!"

" Is this knife?" I said, and my voice croaked. 

" What was that again?!" He asked with irritation. 

I ran a dry tongue over dryer lips. " I wish to speak with knife."

" You got the fella. Who're you?!"

" Giovanni Israel," I answered. 

The reaction was something out of a Hollywood studio. 

I heard knife drew in a long breath. " Boss, is that you?!"

I cleared my throat, surprised to be addressed as boss. " Uh, yeah."

" Where have you been boss?" He asked, and I sensed excitement in his voice. " We've been looking everywhere for ya."

" I can't tell," I answered, running my hands through my hair. I realized my heart wasn't banging out of my chest anymore. " I think I got lost."

" Where are you?" Knife inquired. " Tell me. I'll send the boys over."

I remembered the name of the drug store I was in and I told him. He got the description and told me to stay put. 

" We'll be right there boss," he said. " Hang on a bit longer."

And he went off the line. 

I returned the receiver back and pulled out a handkerchief from my pocket to mop my face. 

" Well, they're on their way," I said to myself. " I wonder what I'll be expecting."

I strolled outside the drug store, pulled out another cigarette and lit it. I didn't have to wait long. Their organization was pretty efficient. I was expecting two men, but I got something else. 

I saw ten cars shooting along the boulevard. They pulled up outside the drug store within ten feet of me. 

Different men in dark coats and slouch hats sprout out of the cars and came running after me. 

They crowded me on all corners as if protecting me from all corners. It made me felt like I had a hundred bodyguards on me. 

I looked around wildly, confused. 

Man, knife wasn't joking when he mentioned he was sending the boys. I was stunned. 

These men weren't boys. They were the toughest, meanest, dangerous men I've ever seen. 

A fat man came running down the road towards where I stood. He came with a black umbrella and placed it over my head. " Boss, are you alright?"

I stared at him, recognizing the Italian accent. " Knife?!"

Knife was fat but his eyes could scare any man. He looked like one of those dangerous men you find in the dark with a knife or gun hiding underneath his coat. 

His mean snake eyes told you never to underestimate his ability. Definitely the type of man you don't wanna mess with. 

He even threw a scare in me even though he was the one scared of me. He looked pale and afraid. 

" Yes boss," he said. " We've been all over the entire city searching for you. We... We thought you were dead."

I removed my cigarette off my lips with an unsteady hand. " Tell me what's going on."

" Don't you remember? We we're at Las Vegas when the Capellos attacked us," knife explained. " You took off in your Mercedes during the attack and vanished."

I stared bleakly at him. " The Capellos?"

Knife eyed me. " Yes boss."

I swallowed. 

There it was. My mind worked fast. I woke up in a strange handsome man's body. 

Now I'm surrounded by tough looking men and I'm their boss. 

We were attacked by a group of people called Capellos. 

It could only mean one thing. 

I was a Mafia boss. I got reincarnated in the body of a Mafia boss.

I stood still, staring at knife. I wanted to tell him he was lying that he got the wrong guy but the words wouldn't come. I felt blood leave my face. The cigarette slipped out of my fingers and dropped on to the floor.

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37 Chapters
THE AWAKENING
There’s an old English proverb that states: "A cat has nine lives. For three he plays, for three he strays, and for the last three he stays".A common myth that we’ve all heard is that cats have nine lives. But where does this fiction of feline immortality actually come from? And why is it the number nine?Nine is considered a magical number, which could also be part of the reason cats are attributed with nine lives. Cats have been both worshipped and feared throughout the ages and are seen as magical creatures.The myth that cats have multiple lives exists across the world. No one exactly knows where the expression came from, but it has been around for centuries.But do cats actually have nine lives?No! Cats have one life just like any other living creature, most people would say. Cats. Interesting lovely creatures. They're probably the most independent pet out there. They can withst
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THE GHOST IN THE MIRROR
I remained in the car, waiting. After a minute or so the men outside returned back to their cars . The obvious explanation was that I was a Mafia crime Lord. A big surprise but it was more surprising these men didn't realize I wasn't who they though I was. For fuck sake, I'm just a sixty-five year old farmer who got murdered by his wife and best friend. I can't possibly be a Mafia boss. I had an entire white Mercedes Benz left for me while the others took the cars they came with.Since I was still dumbstruck, Knife had given orders to have me driven back home. I noticed my men were scared or me as they bustled me into the car and rushed out into the highway.The mafia. Leaning forward with my hands clasped to form a triangle, I took my time to evaluate the situation I'm in.The mafia.I've read a lot about them; even watched movies made about them. From my little knowledge about
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NINE LIVES
" You must be Jericho Clay," the reflected image on the mirror spoke gravely. " I'm Giovanni Israel."I opened my mouth and closed it, feeling blood leaving my face. " What?"There was a long silence that chilled me. I stared at Israel's reflection, my heart banging hard against my ribs as he glared at me, his arms folded across his chest. I opened my mouth to scream but he cut me off immediately with a sharp note. " Don't even thinking about it. You do that, you're going to give the impression to everyone you're crazy and you don't want them knowing that. There are enemies everywhere. They'll kill you."I shut my mouth, feeling my legs going wobbly. " Who are you?" I asked, trembling. " How did you know my name?"Israel gritted his teeth. He looked disgustingly at me. " Where are  your guts, Jericho? I thought you had more guts than this. Quit being a chicken?"" A chicken?" I quavered, pointing my finger at him. " Y
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A NEW LIFE
The weather suddenly changed and the sky rolled in dark clouds heavy with rain. Raindrops came in little showers until they gradually built up to become a heavy downpour. I stood before the window, staring at the rain, a cigarette burning at the end of my lips. Behind me, seated on the arm chair was Israel; the most ruthless, hardcore and feared Mafia boss. Israel sat with his legs crossed, a glass of Hennessy wine in his hand. He was watching or rather studying me as if trying to evaluate the sort of man I was. " I still find it hard to believe," I said after a long pause. " Not only did I wake up after being murdered, I awoke in the body of a Mafia boss. A Mafia boss who sold his soul to the devil in exchange for nine lives. Is it just me or does all these controversy doesn't just make any sense."Israel took a sip, he didn't say anything. " I really wished this was some sort of dream," I said, turning around
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BISTRO'S RESTAURANT
Israel was stepping out of a night club in Las Vegas surrounded by his men. They walked straight for the parking lot, their eyes and ears alert for trouble. Knife followed his boss closely behind while the others guarded them. A while ago, Israel had been tipped by the club manager about some men waiting outside the club. They were the Capellos. Israel had only but a few men; about five along with knife. Reports came in the Capellos were a dozen men and heavily armed. Analysing the situation on ground, it wouldn't be long before the Capellos storm into the club to kill him. The club manager was under Israel's organization and was very loyal to him. He showed Israel the backdoor which led straight to the parking lot. Knife had suggested they remain in the club and fight but Israel thought otherwise. If it comes to exchanging bullets, he wouldn't want anyone in the club getting hurt. He was cautious about getting the cop
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THE CHEMICAL BLONDE
Spaghetti carbonara was served to me by Bistro himself. He wore his chef outfit while he laid out the dish for me. My mouth watered the moment I saw my meal. " This looks delicious." Bistro gave a wane smile. " It's today's special but I made it a lot more spicy. Just the way you like it." It's funny how I could easily interact freely with him in Italian. We were both speaking the language as if we were speaking English. Bistro drew out a seat opposite mine after filling my glass with wine. While he waited for me to start eating, I took my time to regard the food. There were no trace of poison in the wine or food. If there was one I would have detected it immediately. I took a bite then another and another. It was so good. I nearly cried for joy. I've never tasted anything so delicious in my entire life. Bistro was watching me, surprised to find my expression like that of a child who just got a Christmas present. " This is," I said, drinking my wine. " This is classic, Bist
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A SHOT IN THE HEAD
I stood staring at her as she apologized once more and moved away for the restaurant's garden. I was still staring at her as she rolled her hips in a sensational way that reminds me of a wild cat. Again, I got that unmistakable electric vibe. This woman was dangerous. I don't know why but the feeling was just there like it's been there for a long time, waiting to be awakened. Somehow, I thought I must've seen her somewhere but I couldn't place where. " Who's that dish?" I asked Bistro. Bistro needn't be told I've taken a keen interest in this girl. " Her name's Ginny. She's one of the regulars around here. She recently bought a VIP membership green card," he then wrinkled his nose in disgust. " She works as a stripper at the Vegas Moon club. You don't wanna get involved with a hoe like her. She's bad news. She's also a messed up junkie when she's not sober." This only made me more interested in her. A messed up junkie. So she was a drug addict. I left Bistro and followed h
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THE CROCODILE POND
BANG!!!! The noise resounded in my ears as I fell into darkness. I couldn't feel anything, couldn't hear anything. The noise of the gun was all that I heard. It's dark and it's cold. Was this what death felt like? " Hey, idiot," a voice came to my ears. " Wake up." " Huh?" I was confused. " Who's calling me an idíot?" The voice came again out of the darkness. " Get up, you quitter. Nap time is over. Wake up. Idiot, wake up." I flared my eyes opened to find myself in a deserted area. I was standing beside a man who stood with a cigarette burning at the end of his lips. It was Israel. We were both standing on a hill overlooking the sea. The beach was a little further away from us. It was a dark moonless night and the beach was as quiet and as peaceful as a graveyard. I never thought I was ever gonna see this dude again neither had I ever thought I'd be glad to see him. " Israel, I—" " Shut up, idiot," He cut me short. " If you're about to tell me you missed me I migh
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WHO ARE YOU
The crocodiles snapped their fangs hungrily, gazing up longingly at Ginny. Ginny was as pale as the belly, of a fish. I've never seen anyone so frightened in my life. Can't say I blamed her. If I were in her shoes, I'd be scared stiff. Rather than being eaten alive, I'd rather take a shot in the back. The pain would go away and it'd all be over in an instant when I shut my eyes and drowse into darkness. Seriously.Being eaten alive by a swarm of crocodiles wasn't my ideal of death– I swear. So yeah, I understood Ginny. She had every right to be frightened to her bone marrow. She yelled at me. " Let me out of this thing. Let me out."I didn't say anything. Even her voice sounded like a dying frog. " I've got a few questions for you, buster," I said, pointing at the muscular dude. " What's your name?"" Clive!" He said, raising his voice so I could hear him clearly. " My name's Clive."Knife had ordered someone to bring a chair for me. I wandered over to the fancy cushioned chair
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KNIFE, THE LOYAL DOG
" Don't get excited, boss," knife said, his voice like ice. " I just need answers. Who are you?" We sat in the Rolls Royce, studying each other's eyes, the automatic revolver aimed at me. I didn't say anything. I couldn't. My mind raced with numerous thoughts but it was in a mess. His eyes told me he was going to shoot. If I said something stupid or out of line, I'd have a bullet pulled into me. Up till now, Knife was the least of my worries cause I felt all would go my way. Guess I was wrong. After a moment silence, knife spoke through locked teeth. " Come down, buster." I had to finish my whiskey before I stepped down. I needed that drink badly. My throat and lips had gone completely dry. Once outside the Rolls Royce, Knife led me to the end of the cliff, the gun covering me. Then he stopped and snapped at me. " Turn around so I could see you." I turned around and looked him directly in eye. In my mind, I was done for. Once he pulls that trigger, I'd receive multiple sho
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