its me, Losty.
you’re not Losty. plus Losty didn’t like me.
no, yeah, its me. I always liked you. Lets go home.
ahahah what happened to you?
times are tough. even for cats. i end up in lots of fights.
i can barely pet you. your hair is hard from blood and crud.
yep. come on. get me off these mean streets.
mean streets? this is old town pasadena. toughest character i see is that old lady looking to recycle her Ensure can somewhere.
omg shes a terror with that thing. shes got a good arm.
a-choo. i think im allergic to you, fake Losty.
no no, thats just pollen. lets go home.
theres also coyotes!