Versus!: @problem-free
Rummaging through some of the trash cans he could find around the city for some food, well, discarded bits, pieces, trashed leftovers, and the like, but hey, he was a cat, and sometimes a catâs gotta do what a catâs gotta do to survive on the streets. He was doing it rather loudly too, which didnât help much when it came to the neighboring people trying to throw shoes and slippers at him among other things.
:âSheesh, ithâ like you people canât even lithen to a thqeak from a little mouthe if itâd be passinâ ya by on the ground. Tch, typical couch potatoeth and lazy people.â: the feline blurted out of frustration as he pulled his head out from one trash can with a fish skeleton inside of his mouth.Â
As he was closing the can with the lid he was holding up, Sylvester walked away from the alleyway with his supposed snack in his mouth, unaware of who he might bump or step on when he would exit the alley. Fortunately enough, he felt some near one of his feet that didnât feel right and stepped away from it.
:âOh uh... Thorry there, fella! Didnât thsee ya coming from you being so small and all.â:he quickly apologized, taking a glance down at whoever was going to be under his paw. Normally giving people the business would be reserved for those that deserved it but this guy didnât... he was small, and kinda looked that giant mouse heâd been wanting for a while. Uh oh, he might have found himself a new hobby? Then again, he did just almost stomp the guy. What to do... What to do...












