You rubbed your belly. You were really dying for a bite to eat. Your lack of cash meant that your meals were infrequent, but you had enough on you to at least get a cup of coffee and maybe a donut from the local cafe. You headed over there, somehow avoiding getting attacked by your neighbors on the way.
The Roost was a relatively friendly environment, in that the owner didn't immediately try to attack you. But you knew better than to take advantage of Brewster's kindness, because the one time you couldn't pay your bill you got a nice long tenure as one of his bar stools. So with that in mind, you put your money on the counter first before you ordered.
"A coffee please. And uh, a muffin." You said.
Brewster nodded and served up the food. You sat there, quietly eating your food when someone came up to you. It was Stinky the cat, a jock cat and someone who loved to bully you. You tried to pretend you didn't notice him or his stench, but it was clear that he was going to mess with you.
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