Once the good people of 270 Utah, three couriers with a lust for life and malted liquor, found a young calico cat scrounging for scraps in the garbage. Recognizing a fellow bummy, they took her in, gave her a name, the inexplicable name Glue, and all the psychedelics she wanted (and then some). For many years she enjoyed the hospitality of Utah Street, playing with the other kitties and avoiding an overly amorous rabbit.

Then the couriers were evicted and Glue had to move into the 8th St. offices of Black Dog, Flash, and King Courier. Here life was not as wonderful and she incurred the wrath of Sting King and Xander. Tried and convicted of three counts of being a cat. She was about to be exiled to a maximum security barn in Iowa...

Meanwhile a new courier triad had rented a new house on Treat and were finding humane mouse traps not as effective as they might have hoped. They needed a Tom for their Jerry, and Glue was that Tom.

Despite her minimal amount of teeth at this point her career, Glue excelled in rodent removal - relying on her smell alone. This service performed, she settled down to years of relaxation and shedding on Treat Avenue. She managed to sleep 20 hours of the day and inspired a team of slugs.

When the population of Treat made a complete change, Glue decided it was time to move on and set up housekeeping with Thomas "the Anchor" and Florencia in Hayes Valley. She loves her new home where she has two kittens to beat up on.

Number of teeth: three and a half
Favorite snack: dried cuttlefish
Drug of choice: valerian root
Favorite time of the day to yowl: 5.30am