They say cats are smart creatures. They creep on soft paws and, a mile off, they avoid any danger. They say cats are cunning creatures. They’ll get out of trouble without a problem. It’s a pity that I’m a half-unclean cat. Only such an incorrect cat could end up in the hands of a sworn enemy and make a pact with him. Now I’m faced with a risky journey, in the company of a temple caretaker and his strange son, to the sleeping circle of the dead. But disturbing the peace of the dead is unsafe. All that’s left is to hope that, like any normal cat, I have nine lives. One might not be enough…