He'd looked out the window. The sun was setting. The soft muffled sound of lamps being turned on in the living room was heard. It was only time...time standing between him and certain shame, and the wrath of the humans. They'd know the minute they came to bed. The pillows were soaked with urine. It was no accident, it was uncontrolled anger. Cheap cat food brought out the worst in him. He needed anger management classes. But he also needed good food. The issue now was who would give in first?