Those humans. Always thinking they’re better than us, living in their giant boxes and walking around on their hind legs. Now look at them. Hovering by my dinner and making loud noises at each other.

The girl looks angry. Good! I’m angry with him too. He’s always shooing me away from the metal can where he stores the best food. Yesterday, he threw a rock at me. My shoulder still hurts from that.

She pushes him hard and he bumps into the metal can. It topples over, and out goes the most delicious waterfall of colors. Push him again! Maybe something else good will happen.

I slink my way over to the pile on the ground and dig around a bit. I don’t look up until I hear a door slam shut. The girl is gone but the boy is still standing there and running his front paws through his hair.

I grab my finds and scurry away. I hope he doesn’t see me and throw another rock. I might drop my dinner.