They called her the "bag lady" because she was always traipsing around the town, toting bags full of "stuff"...

You know, the kind of junk some just can’t wait to get rid of and others the stuff treasures are born from. Irene, that was her real name, but only Felix knew that and he probably didn’t much care. Felix and Irene found each other next to 12th and Main’s back alley dumpster. Who would have thought that she could have happened upon something even more sorry looking than most people thought she was. He was cold, curled up underneath heaps of bags, leaves, and anything else you might imagine belonging next to the dumpster. At first glance all Irene could see were those bright green eyes against a coat of shaggy black fur. He was such a furry little monstrosity. They needed each other, perhaps more than either of them could have known at that time. After all, Irene and Felix lived amongst a thrown-away world of ideals. They were tossed aside, much like the things Irene collected and stuffed inside her bags. It was an ironic life, made a little easier by each other’s company.