Every night, he went out with his droogies to steal the expired milk that the street's bakery throw away, because this milk made him feel powerful, full of wrath and made his adrenaline run through his veins, making him know that it was time to become ultraviolent.
The Cat DeLarge attacked every other dying cat and seedy dog that he would found on his way, he hunted rats and scratched every one who get near to him, and he did all this while his mind was playing the ninth of Ludwig Van.
The End.
