“Woof, woof, woof,” Billy shouted. Billy hadn't eaten in DAYS!! He lived in a small ally in Bakers Street. Billy thought to himself: what can I do, I know I'll steal food from the butchers, a few sausages would fill a hole nicely. Out of nowhere came Timmy, a rather sophisticated house cat. "What's wrong"? He asked Timmy "Well I haven't eaten anything in DAYS"! Billy replied. “Poor old soul, I will sneak you some food from my house; oh and by the way I'm Timmy." “Thank you, that would be great.” Billy said very excitedly. Hours passed as Billy lay in the freezing December weather. Then, just as he promised, Timmy arrived dragging a large shopping bag. "What's in the bag, what's in the bag"? I kept saying Billy. “I stole some freshly cooked sausages from my house, I knew they were your favorite” “Thank you so much!” Billy said. Once Billy had finished the sausages he lay down and began listening to Timmy, he told stories of his life at his house “Boy, I envy you, your life is wonderful” “Why don't you go to the pound? They take in all stray animals and provide you with a warm bed at...