Patricia's Pet's was a wretchedly dull place. You may think me wicked for saying so, but I swear it's true. Well, I suppose it wasn't that bad. I had a nice cage filled with good friends, family, and neighbors. We were fed often enough, and didn't have to scavenge (although, it sounds kind of entertaining). Of course, there was the fear of Vivian and Lyle and all of the others, but as long as you could run fast enough there was no worry. I've heard digestion isn't a painful death, anyway.

We spent our days scurrying over each other, and under each other, and around each other, and beside each other. Rats spend a good portion of their lives scurrying, you know. There really isn't much else to do.

A loud thump echoed through the store, awakening a few of us. Henry, a heavy set fellow with a nose as pointy as a porcupine's quill, pulled himself up. "What the Devil was that?" he muttered, wiping the sleep from his eyes. "If it's Luka again, I swear I'll –"

"Settle down, Dear. It's bad for your blood pressure. Besides, it couldn't possibly be Luka, Patricia caught him during Thursday's feeding," Dina said.

"I imagine it's Patricia then, coming to check on Lyle again. Poor chap, he's had an awful stomach flu ever since he ate Donna, nothing to worry about," a voice from a far corner of the cage whispered.

"It's certainly not Patricia, I don't think she owns a ski mask," said a petite rodent with two eyes that sparkled like broken glass in the street, and fur the color of mozzarella. She pressed her head up against the transparent wall.

"Laurie, it's nothing. Nothing at all. Perhaps it's another worker who forgot a key," the voice whispered again.

"It's certainly something," the petite one, Laurie, said.

"It's Luka! It's Luka! He's come back from the dead just to annoy me!" cried the groggy Henry.

"No. Luka is about two inches, not six feet, tall silly Henry," Dina said, now with her unusually plump face also pressed against the window.

The newspaper flooring rustled as Henry scurried up to Dina. "Why do you know so much about Luka, exactly? If I didn't know any better I'd think-"

"But, of course, you do know better dear."

"Oh, for heaven's sake, it's just the janitor." The voice whispered once again.

"It's Tuesday, the janitor visits on Saturdays," Laurie said.

"Perhaps it's the zookeeper, then? Look at him, putting Lyle in the bag like that, he must be taking him to the zoo," I suggested, joining the ladies at the front of the cage. We watched the man wrestle around with the python, it was a short show, but a rather entertaining one.

I don't believe any of us were more entertained than Henry. "Oh, look at Lyle! Watch 'em wiggle around like that! Why, he's positively red with rage!" He said, balling his fists up and mock punching the air. "Get 'em! You teach that snake who's boss!"

"You know, I don't think that man is really a zookeeper," Dina said, as Lyle attempted to wrap himself around the man's neck. He eventually got Lyle into the large burlap bag, and moved to the next cage.

"Happy day! He's taking Vivian too, and by God, I think he's after Jonah next! He's a Saint! He's come to save us from those slithery beasts!" Henry bounced up and down excitedly, his gut jiggling. He cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted "You sir, are a fine, fine, man!"

"We may be able to hear you, but I doubt he can, Henry," the voice from the corner said.

"He's right, dear. Perhaps you should be louder?" Dina said, patting her husbands shoulder.

There was a sigh from the corner.

"No, that won't be necessary. We should make a bit of an effort to let the others rest," Laurie said.

"Heavens no, child! Let them sleep through this excitement? Perhaps we should make an effort to wake them up!" Dina exclaimed, kicking at a rat that was asleep a few centimeters behind her.

"Should I get out of the cage to investigate?" I asked.

"Of course not, silly boy!"

"Are you sure? I wouldn't go far!"

"My God, kid. What a preposterous notion! If rats were meant to be out of cages we… well we… we… Oh, you know what I mean!" Henry said.

"Guys, guys! He's coming this way!" Laurie said, running to the back of the cage.

A monstrous figure loomed over them. There was a click as he unlatched the top of the cage.

"By God! We're doomed! Doomed I say!" Henry joined Laurie at the back of the cage, followed shortly after by Dina.

But me? I was frozen. I looked up at the beast all dressed in black. His eyes locked on me, as if sizing me up. I willed my paws to move, but alas it seemed I was about to meet my maker. A big gloved hand reached down, and grabbed me. It lifted me out of the cage and over a burlap sack.

Then, it dropped me.

But, I didn't land in a burlap bag. No, I fell slightly to the right of it, and onto floor. The tile felt smooth and cool underneath my paws, and suddenly the world seemed so much bigger. Like millions and millions and millions of cages shoved together. Oh, the possibility!

A/N: I wrote this as a perspective expeiriment. Our workshop leader gave us a few newspaper articles and told us to write a first person fiction story loosely based around them, from an unexpected point of view. I chose one about a pet shop that was robbed.

Thanks for reading! Constructive criticism is appreciated!