Feast or Famine

Their spray of whiskers had sensed the food long before the smell had time to tickle their nose. Nibbling here and gnawing there, was never enough to satisfy the hunger of three empty bellies scavenging along the barrelled rows. The contrived action of a constant pursuit, always saw the raised head of Mondo in his daily peek-a-boo. Three simple ingredients had been the lure behind it all - sausage, cheese and bread, how they'd watched the kitchen staff prepare the daily spread. Twitch, Scratch and Radley knew that to move beyond 'survive', they desperately needed to get inside. Inside to where a famine would become a feast. Inside to where they would no longer need to store food in the pouch of their cheeks. Inside and far away from Mondo and his mayhem. Finally inside, to where there was no end or shortage of supply.