Talya

For some reason the smells were worse tonight. It was cooler than it had been and several homeless men had fires burning in large cans. My cat didn't like it. The dead dog I'd come across the previous evening was still in the gutter. Two large rats chowed down, causing the carcass to move. Rondy walked past the dinner-eating rats without comment. This was the world he lived in.

I'd spent time teaching him to move silently. He was a little better but couldn't ...