miss chaos kitty

meow. shady alley cat? me--found abandoned by tha ol' ferols before i was even a week old- yeah i had it rough. i'm one tough kitty. my brother died in my bed when i was one week. in my bed! maybe that's why i am the way i am. the ripper. the call me the ripper. i worked hard for that name. ohh, to live in the city. free range. so many legs. so many tails. everyone would have my scratches and no one would forget my name! humble beginnings--infamous endings. for now, i must practice for my future in the bright lights and front pages on my dear loved ones. life's a bitch. meow. no one has ever known that much about me. too much. last time i get mixed up in that pot-head group. get dosed with an earfull of the mary jane. good thing my pets didn't do it or their legs would be nothin' but scratches from here on out! damn. too much, you know too much. being a rebel just ain't all people think it is. restraint. control. it's a lonely path. meow.