One dark night in November 1994 Chouby decided to take a hike on the streets of Kearny NJ. Although he was only half year old he knew his way around. This was a good town for a cat, Chouby said to himself. Plenty of people, plenty of food, and plenty of commotion.
Chouby saw a car approaching slowly and wanted to check it out. The car stopped and the door opened. "You want a lift?" someone asked. "Yeah, what the heck". Chouby hopped in.
Chouby invited himself into the second floor of a very old house. He immediately ate two pieces of cheese -- he hasn't eaten for almost a day. While he was eating he noticed someone ran out off the house and came back with a bag of "nine lives". He ate a whole can, and gave it a long burrrrrrp.
That night, Chouby had a dream. He dreamed growing up in a warm sunny apartment, eating crabs, hams, beef jerky and drinking out off the wine glasses in the sink. When he woke up in the morning he knew that was going to be his life.
