I was born in a thicket in the middle of town. I decided I didn't want to be a feral
cat, so I started moving into the house next to the thicket. Some of the people who
lived there would yell at me and tell me to leave, but my Darla Kay would feed me.
One day she trapped me in her kitchen and petted me. I was scared, and I meowed to
leave. After she petted me a little, she let me out. I knew then that she would be
my friend. She smokes cigarettes like the ones in the picture. I like cigarettes, too, but I
don't smoke them. I like to eat the tobacco. I never eat enough to make me sick, though.
