“Sometimes when I’m tucked into my potato chips bag, I look up at all the cozy windows and wonder what it would be like to live with creature comforts. To belong to somebody. To be a real pet.”
“I live in trash can number 3. Grubby Alley. Every now and then I come back to find that someone has emptied all my belongings into a big truck and driven off with them.”
“Oscar says, ‘Doing whatever you like can get tiresome after a while. I sometimes get a little bored watching the same old shows on TV. I even have to get my own supper.‘”
“Andrew says, ‘On the whole I feel very well cared for. And Miss St. Clair is good company. But it’s kind of embarrassing when we go shopping.’
I don’t think clothes would suit me. But I would do almost anything to be somebody’s pet.”