I'm a street cat.  Deal with it.  The streets not bad but I have hopes.  I hope to find my pet one day.  I don't want to turn into one of those fluff balls house cat though.  I want to keep my dignity but it wouldn't be bad to be inside sometimes.  Like when it rains or the mice stay hidden.  I've tried it before when I was named Marbles but then I was tossed out on my furry butt when their new offspring was allergic.   Jeesh!  Don't the two legs have medicine for that or something?  Anyway this gives me more freedom.  There's this two legs on another street that just puts out food for her cats.  Tom will let me eat there if I show up in heat sometimes and let him have his way.  Sometimes it is worth it.  Sometimes it isn't. Enough of that.  It's time to hunt for lunch.