"SCRITCHHHHee"
"ScreiitCHEEE"
I groggily flop my right arm out from under my sleeping bag, floundering for something small to throw.
"ScrittcheEHHHHHEEEEE" *twang*
The rats, black and white, sisters, a shared custody between myself and a friend, decide that 4 A.M is the perfect time to try to escape from their cage. Teeth on metal, night after night, you think they would learn by now.
My hand hits the cool cover of a book and I throw, the book banging off the bars, silence from the rats as the cage twangs.
I fall back asleep, resolute that I must find a better means of keeping them quiet in our thin-walled Abbey home.
--Sister M
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