Kyle sat on the back step of the convenience store. He opened a bottle of up-to-date milk, sniffed it, and poured it into a bowl. The alley cats jumped down from the fence and crawled out from behind the dumpsters, racing for the bowl. Soon there were a thousand tiny tongues lapping at the milk and Kyle couldn’t help but smile as he petted their heads.
“You’re all alone, just like me,” he sighed, standing up as it started to rain. He headed back inside as the cats scattered to avoid getting wet.
“Hey, I closed up,” the manager said, tossing the keys to Kyle. “Remember, keep the lights off and the noise down. If anybody finds out you’re living here, I’ll lose my job.”