“Tip-tap, tip-tap”, sounded the pigeons slowly making their way across my tin roof. I can’t even remember when they decided that the tip of my house was the best feeding ground, but with time I started to get used to my temporary housemates. Besides, if there’s something I’m not missing, it’s time. 

My eyes still half-ly glued shut made it a bit of a hassle to get down from the bunkbed. The stairs were made out of sturdy wood, but unfortunately it’s the kind my great-great-great-father used to spend days just trying to cut down. Thing’s probably been here for that long as well. 

“Ah, ops”, I casually remarked as the third step closest to the top just breaks under the weight of my hand. I know that they’re a bit meaty and I can squash a tiny bird with them, but give me a break.

Anyways, it looks like a bright sunny day, so I could scoot over outside and lay a bit in the sun. Today’s caretaker should come by soon enough and throw me another…turkey leg? Maybe antelope. Eh, I heard them calling it lab grown meat, but if it can fill my tiger belly, what more can I ask for.