I don't know why I keep going back

Stopped into the Pussycat again when I needed a cold beer and some company.

I arrived a little after 7 and expected to pay a cover, but no one was at the door and I didn't get hounded for it at the bar, so that's a bonus. I bought a Miller Lite at SC prices and took in the scenery.

The bartender was a super-sweet buxom brunette. She was a pleasure to be around the entire evening, although she was likely bored; it was early and the place was dead.