I was still a bit disappointed that I had no crumpets but soon a bit of luck came my way. A nice little old lady was sitting on a park bench drinking coffee and eating a donut. She dropped half of her donut but must have had enough of it as she didn’t bother to pick it up. When she walked away I hurried over to the bench. I could almost taste the donut as I approached it. Then, out of nowhere, a big silly pigeon landed, picked up the donut and flew off. My heart sank. However, when I reached the spot I saw that the donut the little old lady dropped was a powdered sugar donut and a good portion of the powdered sugar and a few crumbs still remained on the sidewalk. Joy of joys, my breakfast was not ruined. I just had to lay down. Then it was sip the tea, lick the concrete, sip the tea, lick the concrete. I felt ever so upper class. The whole park was my table.

Later, as I was walking by the train tracks, I found a very nice pair of sneakers. Oddly enough, there were still feet inside them. The nice police officer told me that someone, probably, passed out on the tracks as a train was coming. I believe “passed out” is police talk for took a nap. The officer said I could keep the sneakers but not the feet. They are a bit large for me but if I put some newspaper in them they should fit just fine. The newspaper should absorb some of the blood as well.

Thank you for visiting. I must go find something for Cecil to eat. I think I saw a dead pigeon on the corner. He might enjoy that.

Today I went to the plasma center in hopes of selling some blood so that I may buy some new shoes and, maybe, just a smidgeon of food. Sadly, they told me that I was not able to give. They did, however, offer me a pint. It seems I am a wee bit low. It is quite the mystery why. I am wondering if, perhaps, phlegm should not be red. I  assumed it was the ink from the candy bar wrapper I was licking the other day. I am not feeling any different so I am certain that it is nothing of any importance. I am sure that I will be in tip top shape in no time.

After my disappointment at the plasma center, I went to the park and ate a few acorns. While they are not all that tasty, they are very filling. Unfortunately, I believe the squirrels hate me. They tend to relieve themselves on me as I walk under their trees. Someday, I should bring them a large bag of peanuts to attempt to smooth things.

Later I came to the library. This is where I post my blog from. The librarian is a very nice lady. She always reminds just how fortunate I am that the ACLU has made it so people such as myself can use the library just like everyone else. Sometimes God sends angels to remind us just how blessed we are. Maybe she is an angel. I think I will bring her a daisy tomorrow just to say thank you.

I must go now. It is, almost, time to feed Cecil. I don’t have any food for him but I have been collecting my toenail and fingernail clippings and he seems to enjoy them well enough.

I’m so excited to be adding my second post that I hardly know where to begin. After reading my first post I see that I promised to tell you a little more about myself. I told you about my early years and it should follow that I tell you about my life today. After wandering aimlessly around the city during my formative years I finally have found a home. It is ever so nice. About six months ago fortune smiled on me. I was wandering in an alley when the wonderful aroma of baked goods filled my head. I followed the smell and discovered a very nice bakery. The fragrance was such a delight that I thought to myself, "this must be what heaven smells like".

I was oh so happy just to be smelling the freshly baked breads, cakes and cookies. Much to my surprise, I discovered that there was no one living in the alley behind the bakery. How could this be? Why was I so fortunate to find this place? Was God blessing me?

My good fortune continued. I discovered an old table that was missing one leg. Normally, a table like this would be useless but I, also, found two discarded, wooden pallets. I took a plank from one of the pallets and fashioned a new leg for the table. I felt just like Mr. Macgyver.  I placed the table against the wall of the bakery, right next to the steps leading to its backdoor. I, then, draped some old trash bags over the table and created a very nice shelter. I placed the pallets under the table to make a bed. Pallets make fine beds. Not only are they more comfortable than sleeping on the asphalt but when it rains, the water flows nicely beneath you keeping you ever so dry and cozy. Soon my home was ready. I felt like a gentleman in his summer cottage.

I have been living behind the bakery for, about, six months now. These have been the happiest days of my life. I even have a cat. His name is Cecil. He’s not so much a cat as he is a rat but at night I like to snuggle with him and pretend he’s a real cat. I’m not sure he loves me as much as I love him but he does seem to enjoy licking my open sores. I believe we both benefit from our relationship.

Also, before I moved behind the bakery, I was losing weight very quickly. The man at the clinic told me that it was because I was lacking food in my diet. Now I’m losing weight much more slowly and I believe it is because of the wonderful smells that come from the bakery. Just smelling the baked goods is almost as good as eating.

Now that you know a little bit about me I will start posting about my daily adventures. I live a very full life and it will be nice to share it with you kind people. As I am feeling a bit faint at the moment, I think I will go back to my home. Besides, Cecil will be worrying about me.

I believe it would be proper of me to begin my blogging career by telling you kind people a little bit about myself. I don’t quite remember my given name as people have called me “Urchin” for as long as I can remember. My mother, knowing that she was unable to raise me properly, left me with some kind people at a pub just after I was born. There are some very mean people who say that an hour after I was born, my mother took me with her to a pub where she spent hours drinking. They say that she met a gentleman that night and left, with him, for an evening of romance and passion forgetting that she had put me down to sleep among the cuddly stuffed animals in the claw machine.  They say that she never came back to get me and it took almost a whole roll of quarters to get me out of the claw machine. This is, of course a lie. My mother was a sweet, caring woman who only wanted the best for me.

It was quite fortunate that my mother left me with the kindly barkeep and his wife when she did. As luck would have it, their dog, She Devil, had just given birth to a litter of puppies. Since they were ever so busy running the pub, they did not have as much free time as they would have liked to care for me. They, graciously, allowed me to be weaned with the litter. My earliest memories are ones of feeling inadequate because of my lack of a tail. After a few months, the puppies had all found new homes and it was just She Devil and me. She cared for me for the next four years. On my fourth birthday the barkeep sat me down and told me that in dog years I was now twenty eight years old. He though it was time I made my way in the world. So, with a bag of pickled eggs and seven subway tokens I was sent on my way.

I would not feel right in boring you with all the detail of what happened over the last three years. Let it just suffice for me to say that those years were, fairly, uneventful. For my next post I will tell you a bit about what is happening in my life these days.

I must go now. The librarian has told me my time on the computer is up and it seems that Mr. Jabwoski is next in line. He’s smells very minty today.

The Urchin