I remember it was during the summer of 90’ when it happened. It was a cold, dreary day and rather wet too. Too wet and muddy for rodents to be up and about in the mad, appalling streets of London but I didn’t have the luxury of a warm home, comfy bed and food on the table at me beck and call.
It seems like another lifetime ago and rather the memories of an old friend than me own. However I can’t think about the past, find it hurts too much when I do; I have to keep to the present and in proper spirits. I have to make a living somehow and get food in me belly and keep the clothes on me back clean.
I already pocketed crumbles of human-eaten food in the market place at the risk of getting stepped on or outright killed by humans four days ago. Almost got eaten by dogs when I swiped some meat from their pans a fortnight ago and nearly killed by cats when I decided to go into human homes to swipe some fish bits a month back. Only take s