The adventures of Hobo Kitty, Day 2: Did I get the crap beat out of me?
So there I was, nose to nose with the fearless leader of the homeless cat encampment. We were both puffed up to three times our size, every hair standing at attention, and having what appeared to be a stare-down. I was really starting to regret running away from the Fleabag Hotel…I mean, I'm a lover... Sign in to see full entry.