I opened my eyes. I yawned and stretched, hitting both sides of the dumpster. I sat up. "Time for breakfast." I said to no one in particular. I jumped out and landed in front of the dead rat carcass I found last night. I finished it in a few famished gulps and licked my lips. I shot forward, screeching, at the bird that was trying to eat a box with crackers inside. It flew away and I dove towards the box. I opened it and poured them into my mouth. I sighed and swallowed the food. Sometimes I hated my life. My mother and father kicked me out at 3 and I lived in this alley ever since. I only had a few pairs of clothes, and they were all ripped up and filthy. I eyed the sunlight, figuring it was about 2:00. Man he slept long. I stood up shakily and wandered off. I found a puddle of rainwater and lapped it up with my tongue. Wiping the water off, I decided to take a quick cat nap. I climbed the dumpster and curled up inside. Tomorrow I was going outside the alley to scavenge for more food to supply me for a while. I wish I had a name, though. I just couldn't decide on one.