When I was 16 I worked as a waitress and a bunch of friends from work would rent a hotel room every Saturday night and just get smashed. One night I was especially drunk and had to walk across the street to the gas station for something (probably munchies, who knows). Anyway, someone had to go with me, and as we were crossing the street, I saw a bunch of police cars in the parking lot of the gas station. Well, it was like 3 a.m. and I was 16 and completely wasted, so I stopped in the middle of the deserted, six lane highway, crouched down (as if no one would see me?), and ran back to the hotel. I wasn't sure if the police had seen me, so I was like creeping along the walls, ducking behind bushes, peeking around the corners and such. When I got to the stairs (we were on the second floor), I crawled up the stairs on all fours and scratched at the door. When my friends asked me what I was doing I told them I was a cat in stealth mode. And that's how Stealth Kitty was born.
BTW I don't drink anymore
Happy thoughts
Rachel