Cold and wet, tired and exhausted, she shook the water from her coat, in moments she’d hear the pitter patter of little feet, quickly followed by the woeful cries of hunger.
Glancing over her shoulder, she laid her haul on the ground. She’d spent hours scavenging and what she’d managed to find would provide little substance, but the shelves had been cleared long ago.
As the preordained feet came scampering she sighed, too many hungry mouths to feed, but before she could greet her babies the big door swung open, and instinctively she cowered.
“Oh you bad cat, another mouse?”