Life of A Rat

Day in the life of an animal (rat).
Squeak, squeak, squeak.

I wake up with a banging headache in the dirty sewers. I look around
to find that all my new friends had left me. We had slept together last
night in the sewers, as per usual for any rat. But they seem to have all
left me behind today. That’s okay. I crawl out of the sewers to bask in
the sunshine. It’s warm and dry on my furry, dirty skin. I bask in the
sunlight, drinking in the warmth.
Squeak, squeak, squeak!
Us sewer rats are very lonely creatures, none of us know how to keep
a real friend. Most dispatch after the first night and that’s okay!
Everyone has their differences. Even rats. This might come off as a
surprise but us sewer rats actually have thoughts and feelings. I know,
I’m just as shocked as you are. Rats with thoughts and feelings? No
way! They’re just stupid creatures that live in the sewers! Well let me
tell you some shocking news. We are actually quite smart. Well, for
vermin like us we are very intelligent. At least that’s what other sewer
rats tell me whenever I see them.
I crawl away from the sewers, in search of food. A little to my left an
old woman is throw pieces of bread at the pigeons. The pigeons eat
happily. Not fair. I’m hungry to.
How do pigeons get treated more fairly than rats? We are both grey
and there are billions of us everywhere.
I launch forward, dashing in front of an extra fat pigeon and snatching
the piece of bread from it’s mouth. Lucky me.
I look away from the fat pigeons for one second just in time to see a
fat cat approaching. Wonderful. Spectacular, even.
I start to dash away from the fat cat, I don’t want to be eaten by a fat
cat today. Not today anyway. It would be embarrassing, to die from
being eaten by a fat cat.
Get to safety. Get to safety. Safety is my top priority, I think. At least
it’s what I’m taught. My natural instinct.
Squeak, squeak, squeak!!
“Coo! Coo! Coo!” Screamed the pigeons, flapping out of the way.
“Meow! Meow! Meow!” Mewls the enormously fat cat, sprinting
towards the pigeons.
Oh god. No no no no no.
“Run, run, RUN!” I squeak with a high pitched voice. The pigeons
can’t hear or understand me, obviously, the big blundering fools. Well
they aren’t really big but bigger than me. Either way they all flap their
wings away from the massive fat cat. Interesting. Pigeons are fast, I’m
sure they will make it. Except for one.
The extra fat pigeon I stole my piece of bread from couldn’t fly away
fast enough.
“Coo! Coo! Coo!” screeched the astronomically fat pigeon. People
dodged out of the way, not wanting to bother less about nature. A
blonde woman hurried her four year old daughter hastily out of the
way, not wanting her daughters eyes of innocence to watch the
completely normal lifestyle of nature and animals.
Stupid stupid humans. Always most arrogant of all living beings to
exist.
The astronomically humongous fat cat launched itself forward onto
the extra fat pigeon, clawing the head off. The fat cat saw red.
Crimson dripped down the beheaded pigeons neck.
Oh no.
Well that’s the end of the extra fat pigeon. I can’t do anything about
that, I’m just a useless little sewer rat. I jump under a thorn bush to
watch.
The fat cat claws the dead pigeon’s eyes out, licking the dripping red
sockets, purring innocently.
The bones make a somewhat satisfying crunching sound in the fat cats
jaws.
Stupid stupid cat.
If only finding food was that easy. I’m simply starved half the time.
Squeak squeak squeak!
Coo coo coo!
The pigeons watch from the trees. They’re chirping? Squawking?
Shrieking? I don’t understand pigeon language but they look
traumatised. No, they are traumatised. Some looked emotionless
though, as if used to it. God, why do I care so much!? Im just a mere,
sad little sewer rat. I shouldn’t be caring about stupid, stupid pigeons.
This is stupid. I am stupid. Pigeons are stupid. Cats are stupid.
Everything Is stupid and pointless and so is my life.
I scurry deeper into the bush, leaving the commotion behind me. Just
another day for a sewer rat, I guess. Well, being a sewer rat ain’t half
bad. At least I think so.
I continue my travels. Where? I don’t know. I’ll find out eventually.
You see, us sewer rats have no promised future. We only live three
years, as most people know. It’s basically common knowledge. And
we live in the sewers. No sane human being would want to even touch
one of us. But that’s okay. All in the days work of living as a rat.
To be honest living as a rat is lonely at best and boring at worst. No
clue what the purpose of a rat Is, apart from being cat treats. That’s
my purpose, ain’t it? I suppose there’s no purpose to living then. Hell,
this ain’t living at all. It’s surviving.
That’s it, today is going to be the day that I die.
I crawl out of my hiding place and bounce towards the fat cat,
readying myself for my fate.
I squeaked as loud as a could, trying to catch the attention of the fat
cat.
The fat cat turned Its fat head, eyes gleaming green in the sunshine.
The fat cat licked the blood off its lips and paws, clawing at the
ground. Nose scrunching. Sniffing the air.
Fat cat crawls closer, sniffing in anticipation.
Without hesitation the fat cat pounced.
This is the end.
It’s the stupid end.
Finally.
I’m finally free. Free of this life. Free of this world.
The stupid fat cat has its large paw gripping my long slender tail.
Goodbye, world. We’ll meet again, in a different lifetime, in better
times.
I couldn’t ask for a better end to my life.
Goodbye…

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Day in the life of an animal (rat).

Squeak, squeak, squeak.

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