Dear Humans...

Dear Humans of whom I am gratefully stuck with...

From the day we first met I felt an overwhelming urge to destroy you both and all the human race so that the Rat Realm would be free from the Rat slavery. Things like rodent experimentation and growing limbs on my relatives really unsettled me and drove me to join what is known as the Vermillion Clan. A swarm of rats that seek justice for rats and aim to take out people that harm and Pet-onize our kind. I trained exceptionally hard to become what they call an Assassin of Order, my role was to seek out predatory creatures both human and beast, and keep their numbers in our territory low as possible. On one of my operations, my Sargent (Sgt. NibbleNuts) and my Leader Toothnip took me and Egburger (my cousin) out into the town in search of a predatory cat that had killed many of our pack. It was in the basement where the four of us were set up. The feline known as Apple awaited in the shadows in the far corner purrrrring, enticing us closer, kneading the clothing she was sat on. We had a plan, but our plan failed when SNAP! A trap closed down on Egburger his eyes damn near popping out his little over whiskered face.

In panic we scattered and Apple followed close behind, Sgt Nibblenuts had got stuck his rump couldn't get through the hole. I had to save him and in doing so I was clawed back and toyed with while my Vermillion team took off for help. It took only moments before a human that owned Apple heard the commotion and came to claim me as thing to sell. Given away to a pet shop and sold to you as a Pet!

See I had in my mind that my Sargent owed me a life debt, and he and other Vermillion would come and rescue me. However, no rescue was ever given. I was weak when you got me. So much stress and cat allergies had made me ill. I had no energy to fend your stinky fingers and grubby hands away from me and no fight left to push away that syringe full of stuff. I had become your test specimen...the same fate had happened to me as my relatives in the labs. It made my whiskers curl in anger. You placed me with a rat from another clan, a Street Sleeper of all creatures, it was as though the Rat Realm were testing me. To be stuck with such a fat slob of a rat was a nightmare, he refused to allow me to eat and eventually you had to put time into letting me out to eat alone. This is why I seek to destroy my oh so sweet cell mate. No one steals my carrots and gets away with it.

Times have changed since these dark days, I no longer look at you as lab people who need to be put under rat investigation. I see you as my saviours. The Vermillion tribe have all but disowned me since I rescued Nibblenuts he has been nothing but rude and despicable to me. I seek to end him when I am done living here. He has told me there is another clan in town.... one that wants to rule the world with cats... While I am in here I know I am safe and will not seek further information as it could only lead to trouble. For now I study the lives of my cell dwelling neighbours Narna and Bandit. Both come from different ways of life and show signs of great followers. I hope that one day Bandit will over throw Ham as an Alpha rat.

As a Vermillion rat I am ashamed to admit that I do quite like these living arrangements, not for the fat rat in my cage or the lack of freedom, but for being given a chance to enjoy a life without to much war and I might make it through the year without losing my tail!