Not many people realize just what goes into becoming the Beast. Sure it may look easy; sleep, eat and defacate seem to be about the only required skills, and yet if it were truly this easy there would be a whole lot more Beasts running around out there and the stock price of 9-Lives would rival that of Microsoft. No, there is a whole lot of effort that goes into earning your keep as a mouser in an apartment that is visited by an exterminator once a month, especially when you've long since eaten youself out of the cute and cuddly mode.

Of course, it helps if the option of a dog is right out of the question. The Beast does like to point out that he is fully capable of using the facilitities on his own without any help, thus doing away with the need for any midnight walks in the rain while he looks for a suitable hydrent. All he asks is that someone think about refreshing his litter box more than once a month. Not an unreasonable request.

Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, dream about chasing a rabbit. Here rabbit rabbit rabbit. Here rabbit rabbit rabbit. No Bugs Bunny cartoons on this Beast's menu. Deeper sleep, sleep, sleep. Dream about actually catching the rabbit. Well that's brilliant, what do I do with it now that I've caught it. I know, I'll bring it to one of the human's. They're sure to reward me with a big bowl of chicken by-products for this.

Yet even his dreams the offer of the rabbit is rebuffed, causing him to wake up in a foul mood. A mood that does not improve when he sees that it is the same generic dry food they've been pawning off on him for the last month in his food bowl. What does it take for them to get the slightest clue that he is not happy with the current dietary choices, and dotheyhave to put the bowl that close to his litter box. He would get a better table at the Four Seasons.