A couple harsh words, a quick, nasty fight, a bottle of Jack Daniels, a call for wheels, the escape. It's over, gone is the warm fireplace to curl to. Gone are the cuddles. It's the alley again, cold, nasty, mean. I got complacent, soft. Wow, I was domesticated! Bad news for an Alley Cat. Time to sharpen those claws and find a box to sleep under.
Added by Mike Rochette on March 20, 2008 at 7:30pm —