Nine Lives.

I heard you left your situation. Left a message, you didn't get back. I figured you hooked up with this one, or that one. "Cats always land on their feet," I thought starin' at this beat up old tom in Tel-Aviv. "But they're not lucky creatures. None of us are lucky creatures." I dug all through this dumpster, it was just full of empty bottles. I mewed towards the young girls that feed us. I jumped straight up as a scooter swerved towards us & thanked whatever cat-hating god cats pray to that I'm still breathing; 'cause cats are not lucky creatures... No, no, no.We've got our dignity we've fought for that, and if there's no money there's time for that. Never worry 'bout my belly, there's rats for that. I never worry 'bout the future, 'cause I'm a cat. I'd like to tell you 'bout crisis after crisis, but I'd hate to bore you. So I swished my tail about & my snout in indignation, and I landed on my feet.