It really smells in here. It always smells like fading urine, drying feces and blood, and dollar store disinfectant. Here comes one now--they just stare and point, then they walk on to the next one. Maybe it's my snotty nose or my one crooked, seeping eye or my bloody bandaged ear or my hairless tail. It doesn't bother me though, just that awful smell. Buster's gone now and Sadie too. We used to swap street stories, chase cats, and scrap in our alleys. Some human in a white suit came and got them one night. I haven't seen them since. But I'm still here! Now it's empty across from me and on one side. I can’t see anywhere else because that same human put a piece of cardboard between me and the other side. When I first got here, they told me I wouldn't be here long; I still wonder where Buster and Sadie went.
I'm really hungry. I'm always hungry. I can't sleep 'cause my ribs grind against the metal floor. I used to sleep on a mattress on Byrd Street with Buster and Sadie. We slept really good there and found lots of scraps, especially chicken bones, and got fresh water from the puddles. But here we can't sleep, and even though that same human feeds us some kind of round hard stuff, I'm always hungry. That human gives us some warm water on Tuesdays. That's when mine spilled. It's too noisy in here. It's always noisy. There are babies screeching and screams and thick coughing and really strange sounds like something being dragged. My first week here scared me. Earlier today I heard them talking about me, something about "thirty". That's what Buster told me too just before he left, something about "thirty". That human in the white suit is coming now. Comments are closed.
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