Rats have feelings too.

I dart from the shadows to reach the top of the staircase where I stand on cotton pearls of tightly weaved carpet. I use my beady, perceptive eyes to study my surroundings and discover a chocolate brown colored wall, reflecting my small dubious shadow. The fluroscent light which dances upon my onyx, opal eyes coax my radar senses into action.

My ears are raised and pointed and my long translucent whiskers which extend from my cute pudgy pink nose, are twitching with curiosity. My thin, pink lips are slightly masqueraded by a cloudy white stripe that runs all the way down the front of my husky body.

I stand to attention and hold out my paws, praying that you will put down the camera grasped in your capable hands and give me a little scratch behind my ears, which I desperately yearn for.


The life of a rat is very difficult. If I were a dog or a cat it would be much easier. I am not looked upon with love as they are, but disgust. I have always been deemed as unlovable, loathable, disgusting and terrifying.

A miracle occured and I was caught by a 12 year old boy. For the first time in my existence I was given an endearing identity. I was no longer a rat but a pet.

This title brought music to my ears and pride to my heart but it seems time has wilted the love which I once received from my owner. I am now forced to beg for attention and it is more often than not, to no avail.
I am scooped up by the very hands which I long to feel tickling my sensitive ears and imprisoned once again in my cage which I am forced to call home.

It is not easy being a rat...




*Item was written for a picture prompt contest.