Neechee is the Posse's thinker and schemer. His birthday is August 25 – a momentous day in the history of philosophy indeed! The slyest of Emily's cats, he rarely looks you in the eye; that's just the way of the Nihilist...He's also a great lockpicker with those six-toed paws of his. And he's the only member of the Posse who's not pure black – the tip of his tail is tainted with white stripes!
Emily: Neechee, what is the meaning of life? Who is my real father? Am I gonna get sick? What are my lucky numbers today?
NeeChee: What – is the Magic 8-Ball broken? Get lost, kid.
