My Sad, Drunken Cat
The throbbing in his head, the only sensation that confirmed he was alive, Fat Black Pussy Cat, a wicked and wonton reprobate who no longer cared where he woke up, snarled and farted to consciousness and cursed the world. The gasps, giggles, ridicules, and condemnations of shocked passers-by served as his alarm clock and nothing more. With his shame having been washed away long ago by the rivers of booze that had passed down his gullet, he no longer felt pain. Except in his pancreas, which worried him.