Death, the Devil, and the Goldfish - Andrew  Buckley

“I’m forgetting something.”

The Devil picked up his going-away checklist and a pen.

“-Pack clothes . . . check!

-Clean bathroom . . . check!

-Turn off coffee maker . . . check!

-Send Deal made with God stating Devil may walk the Earth for One Week document down to the administration department . . . check!

-Give bone-chilling speech to the new arrivals . . . check!

-Leave instructions with one of the demons on how to feed the fish . . . .”

That’s it. He’d forgotten about his fish, Percy.

Just started this and, omg, it is just the level of silliness I needed.


Laughing so hard!


“Aww, who’s a cute puddycat, Fuzzbucket?”

The Devil mustered all his strength and cried, “What?” What actually came out was meow.

“I don’t believe it. I’m in a cat! How the hell did I end up in a cat?”

The Devil didn’t know what to do. The Devil, the Prince of Darkness, Beelzebub, the Deceiver himself, trapped in a cat for an entire week. And not just any cat: a cat called Fuzzbucket.

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