The year was 2022. It had been quiet at the Lonely Cat Saloon, not unusual for a Thursday night. Then he walked in and I knew trouble was ahead. He was a troublemaker and had been ever since he crossed the threshold the first time. Assault, vandalism, poaching, you name it, he had done it and he never felt a shred of remorse. He could be incredibly rude, but also a ladies' man. He could wrap Mom - the owner of this sad, rundown little saloon - around his paws anytime and she was always quick to forgive him.
I don't know what had happened, but he needed a drink ... or two or more.
"Gimme another one, Miss G."
"I think you had enough. How about you pay and have a nap over in the armchair?"
"Come on, Miss G. You can see I have the money right here under my paw. Just one more."
"Sorry, but this bar is closed for you."
I took the empty glass from him just before he passed out.
I may come across tough sometimes, but I'm kindhearted. I could have got Mom to kick him out, but I let him sleep. Tomorrow he would be the same obnoxious tabby cat, no doubt, but I had seen the vulnerable kitten behind it all.
Just another night at the Lonely Cat Saloon ....
Miss G, see those cute fangs when he sleeps... :) The kitten will never leave him
ReplyDeleteI think you are right about that.
DeleteIt's the cat boys' prerogative to only grow up half, I guess ;-)