Fighting

Tombstone Bill was the most ornery, wild-tempered cat that every lived in Abilene. He sort of belonged to the old saloon keeper, but Tombstone was no one's pet. He hated being touched.

So, you didn't. In fact, you minded your business when he crossed your day.  Some folks say he was a devil cat, scrapping every night with anything that ever moved in his domain.

By daybreak, Tombstone, extra-lean and swift, jet black but with gray hairs now, always startled folks, dragging himself out of the alley, hunched over, bruised, cut, and punch-drunk. But, you knew his opponents looked worse.

Maybe it's a bit sad, but you were always surprised to see Tombstone Bill was still alive, since the night's lawless streets were his Octagon of doom. We've all known folks like that. There is no explaining why, some of God's crsatures just like their fighting.