I promised you a glimpse into my life before my servants rescued me so here you go!
Back in the day, I must have only been a few months old I wound up in the streets of Northbridge, abandoned by some very bad servants. It was tough to begin with – dealing with drunks in the street, trannies and other cats that were as rough as guts.
There’s no mercy in the cat world – it’s cat-eat-cat so to speak and I really had to learn the hard way to get by. I became very street wise and learnt how to open doors like I was a human.
However, there was one particular cat called Chubby Checker who ruled the roost and I started to step on his territory and with my Brad Pitt looks charming most of the pussy on the street – this didn’t make Chubby Checker happy.
The final straw came when I muscled in on Chubby Checker’s local butcher store…but that’s another story and I can’t be arsed writing any more cause I need some sleep!