a day wasted

It was just another day to Sally, to you and me it might appear abnormal but to Sally it was routine. She awoke as dawn broke, the noises in the city were turning from the nocturnal vibrations from speeding cars and raucous laughter from drunken lads on the way home after a night on the tear, the scuffles and fights that break out from too much drink or drugs. The usual. Sally slept under a dustbin lid and had managed to stay asleep for a whole hour, later she would wander down to the park and have a nap, hopefully in the sun to warm her body. She peeked out, and as there was no one about she snuck out of the alley and headed off to the river. The suns rays were beginning to strike the pavement and she was hoping for a good day, warm and with a full belly.
A dog started to bark from the next street and soon all the dogs outside started a woof woof chorus. It was not a pleasant sound to Sally.

Along the river the men who had drunk too much had thrown fast food cartons and Sally sifted through them to find a half hamburger or some cold fries. This morning they all seemed to be empty when she reached the last and hit the payload a full quarter cheese and bacon burger, and a half full milkshake. Yummy she thought as she quickly devoured the food and drank as much of the milkshake that hadn't spilt. Mmm, that was good she thought as she meandered across the bridge. Around the next turn was a promenade close to the river's water where she could clean up as best she could. She sat and dipped into the water washing her face and the rest of her that she could reach. Traffic was building up, two boys walking down the path threw stones at her so she ran away towards the park. She wandered up and down the paths to find a nice spot to lie down in privacy, soaking up the sun's rays, eventually she wandered into a rockery and lay down close to a tree that hid her from most but the curious of onlookers. Sally closed her eyes and was soon sound asleep, dreaming of warm beds and full bellies, it had been six months since she was thrown out of the only home she knew. She had learned much in those months whilst using up a number of her lives - living on the streets is no place for a cat