I can smell them. I know they are in this drawer. They have always been in this drawer since I can remember. Ah the smell of fish and chicken it’s there. Scratch. Scratch. Oh curse you drawer why won’t you open? I only wish to have one little treat. That is all. Well maybe two but no more I promise. Scratch. Scratch. Oh cruel, cruel world must everything be out of reach. I can see them staring up at me, the cat on the package taunting me. The smell sneaking its way through the cracks. Oh! Scratch. Scratch. Will my suffering never end?

-Misty