This is the theme for Rachel’s weekly ‘Time to Write’ challenge
He snuck in, hoping no-one would notice.
He was clean and presentable, so if challenged, he would use his charm to get himself out of trouble.
The party was in full swing, music, laughter, food.
Oh yeah, the food. He hadn’t eaten for a couple of days, and the smell of sausage rolls, chicken and other tasty morsels wafted across his nostrils.
He weaved in and out of the guests, many acknowledging his presence, but not engaging him in conversation. He was relieved actually, because if they did the hosts were likely to become aware and he’d be thrown out.
As expected, the table was groaning with food. So much for so few, when he knew of many who were starving. His stomach growled, and tentatively he reached for a chicken drumstick.
‘Aw! How cute!’ and suddenly, he was the centre if attention.
‘Hey Ali! When did you get a cat?’