Koshkin.

Koshkin was very tired.

"I'm so tired," she said as she climbed up to her favourite spot on the back of the sofa, next to the wall, "I could sleep for a bajillion years."

So she curled up into a little furry ball and did just that.

Aeons passed, civilisations came and went, stars and galaxies were born and died, and still she slept.

Finally she awoke to complete darkness.

Now, cats can see quite well in the dark, but this was a darkness so complete, so total, that even her green eyes could not penetrate it.

"Oh," said Koshkin. "This isn't very good."

She cleared her throat.

"Let there be light." 

"Please?"