Write a story about a cat scraping out a living in the city. It should feature some of his regular haunts as well as a conflict between our protagonist and some alley cats.
Marco yawned awake and stretched. It was a little earlier than he was used to getting up, but that was ok. He was patient. Carefully, he made his way out of the alley, avoiding broken bottles and sharp cans as he went. There were a few people on the streets today, but not too many this early. Most were already at work or were starting their shift later. Marco went to his first stop: the butcher shop. Every morning, Jenkins would throw out some scraps for him. It was lucky he'd chosen that particular back door one rainy night in August. Jenkins had seen him and taken pity on him by throwing a few scraps. The rest was history.

After his morning meal of liver and fish guts, Marco sauntered around his usual haunts. He preferred to sit in the entrance to the alley; people were a little too friendly, even with an alley cat that undoubtedly had fleas. He would rummage through the trash cans or snag scraps from the dumpsters. Occasionally, he would get lucky and find some fresh food that someone had left behind. Frequenting the restaurants was always a good idea, especially if the servers were a little slow to clean up the leftovers. Of course, Marco wasn't lazy. He would nab a rat, mouse, or other small rodent from time to time if the opportunity presented itself. Anything to survive.

After a long day of hunting, he returned home and began to clean. His sharp ears picked up a noise, and in the dark of the alley, he saw a pair of glowing eyes.
"This is our turf now. Get lost," a voice growled. Although the cat had told him to leave, they seemed to want to instill the lesson with a few scratches. Marco dashed past one of them toward the entrance. He knew every inch of this alley even without the visual cues, so it didn't surprise him when one of the cats in pursuit stepped on a broken glass bottle and began to wail.

The noise stopped the others, and Marco made a quick escape. He would have to move home, but such was the life of a city cat.