Some never learn

I've known Bo for most of his life.

I've seen the cycles since the beginning. Up late at night, looking for pussies. Putting his mouth on dirty things in dark corners. I've asked him to stop. He never does. It's like his body has been taken over and he can't help it.

Now, I see him walk in late at night. I shake my head, knowing that he won't remember meowing at me for no good reason. All I can do is comfort him the next morning, when he inevitably pays for his sins:

Bo prays to the gods.