Tuesday, January 15, 2013
He seemed to have three choices: diving onto the tracks, dodging heavy bootheels, or trying to find his way back into the crack in the cement from whence he came.
Yes, I know he is, technically speaking, vermin. I know that if I tried to help him, he would have bitten me with razor sharp little teeth. I know that he has a brain the size of a peanut.
But the furry little fella touched my heart all the same.