I sit on the curb. Alone as always. Everyone keeps their distance from me. I may be a skunk but I don't smell bad. At least, I don't think I do. And it's not like I go around spraying random people... Not since I was a kid.

Sighing and looking down, I absentmindedly pick at my claws. I wish there was someone to hang out with.

I look up and there's a human looking at me.

"What the hell are you staring at?"