The next day, the weather was a little more cloudy than clear. Furrball got up quite cold and wet after the downpour last night. He started shivering as he walks down the sidewalk and he does his very best to hide the pain in his heart, not wanting anyone to see it, for he
knows well that he's cursed with bad luck and nothing can ever go better for him. Furrball began to look around the alleys for scraps of food that the humans could've dropped along the way. It was his only way to survive and the fact that some of the food was wet during the rain, each chew was as soggy and dull as the others.
He continued walking up the road and started to notice a few houses where the students of ACME Loo lived. Each of them had calm peaceful without any reason to worry about the rain. Every moment that Furrball sees his schoolmates made his heart tear to pieces, for he envies
them and they're everything he's not. As soon as it started to drizzle, the little blue cat continued on his long stroll down the block. Suddenly, he didn't look where he was going and...

WHACKTHPOW! Furrball crashed into a group of junkyard dogs who just stole a few meats from the butcher shop and the food dropped from their arms to the wet cement.
"Hey, why don't you watch where you're goin?!" screamed one of the dogs looking furiously at the little blue cat.
"Sorry, sir." Furrball repied shiveringly. "It was an accident."
"Well," said another dog. "Sorry, doesn't fix it, you screwball!"
Finally, the biggest dog said, "And for this, you're not gonna live another second!"
With that, Furrball started to run, trying not to slip on the wet pavement. He was quite fast as he slid around the corner of the barbershop and the Italian restaurant. But as soon as he passed Home Depot, he crashed into a supply of white paint. Furrball got out of the way just in time before the cans toppled him, but he didn't that when his back was turned, the impact of the paint cans splattered white on his back.

Seeing no sign of the junkyard dogs, Furrball decided to walk back to his cardboard box since he had enough for one day. All was quiet down the sidewalk, until the little blue cat smelled something revoting. It wasn't coming from the wet tar on the street, but from two violet arms that grabbed him from behind. Sure enough, Furrball saw Fifi face to face in the alley of his home.
"Oh, mon amor." exlaimed Fifi as she hugged him real tight and started kissing him all
over his face. "Life haz been mizerabell weezout vous. Oh, but I knew vous would come back to moi someday! So, we could spend ze rest of our days makeeng love, we shall ascend across ze Matterhorn, we might even get married!" Furrball struggled to get loose from Fifi's embrace, but she was too strong for him. As Fifi continued to hug and kiss Furrball, something terrible happened.
The weather became from drizzling, to raining, to pouring hard! Furrball even felt the drops soaking up his blue fur, he looked up at the sky and then at Fifi, but she didn't look too good at all. In fact, as soon as she saw the white stripe being washed out from Furrball's back, she immediately dropped the little blue cat and covered her mouth in disbelief.
"Furrball?" she asked.
Furrball didn't know what to say now that he's been exposed of his true identity. "Uh, h-hiiii."
Fifi's lips began to quiver and a look of horror began to sweep across her face. "I
deedn't know...I don't what got into me."
"Fifi?"
"I-I-I'm sorry!" She began to run across the alley and go around the corner.
"WAIT!" But it was no use. Once again, Furrball felt sorry for Fifi, she wanted to have a lover, but she was unsuccessful in getting one. The little blue cat fell to his hands and knees, feeling the tears roll down his face as quick and painful as the pouring rain on to the washing white paint. He did feel relieved that she was gone, but instead he felt more upset than ever.
"Why am I always the one causing all this trouble?! Why can't I make things right again?!"
Suddenly, Furrball felt himself being brought and backed up against the wall. To his horror, there were the junkyard dogs.
"You did cause a lot of trouble for us and the entire world." said one looking more vicious than ever, holding Furrball's neck. "After I mess you up real good, then it's good riddance." He began to raise his fist, ready to punch Furrball at any time. The cat closed his eyes and
looked away to not see anymore of this. But then, he heard one punch go against one dog and then another, then the one holding Furrball. The alleycat felt himself coming down to the ground unconscious and the only sight he saw was a shadow carrying him.