Love Story by Sofia Kolbasovskaya

The rat was extremely unhappy.
He was hungry over fifteen hours, which meant nine hundred minutes, and this without him counting the stupid seconds! He could admit that he picked this human family on his own, so in general life philosophy it was his fault, but who could tell they would be so unprofitable.
The rat became mature only few months ago, and as big, rat tradition is – left the parents’ house to find his own humans, and dig his own mink in their house. The rat felt excitement in the tip of his tail! He actually started his journey from his parents’ neighborhood, but most places had already been covered, and the free one – were only with single human beings, and his mother recommended the family standard of living (more humans – more food; more humans – more business, which means no rat hunters!), so he ended up further from everyone than, he expected.
His humans left sixteen hours ago, without having a supper in their house, and the rat was really mad of such unprofessional behavior! Through he was still waiting for them, as he was reliable rat and knew the main rule – the rats are responsible for the humans they tamed. He was thinking, how he would punish them (two competing options – scratching wallpaper, or scratching curtains), when the house door finally opened. 
The first, whom rat saw, was human wife – her face was grey and eyes were blank. She went straight to the kitchen. “Exactly!” the rat thought.  Human husband followed her with a very loud jerk. The rat grimaced. Then three of them settled down in kitchen.
“Why do you again like that?” human husband said rolling his eyes.
Human wife started cooking. She acted as she didn’t notice her human husband’s words. “What a smell!” the rat thought.
“Maybe because you always like that,” human wife said finally. Her voice was tentative but her pose was calm.
“So much for nothing! You’re thinking something ridiculous about yourself,” – human husband answered immediately. His lips twisted. “That has nothing to do with you, stop bitching already!” 
Human wife was serving the table (when she put the plate with sliced meat, the rat smiled with adoration).
“Answer me!” human husband rushed towards his human wife and slammed her by his left, human hand. The sliced meat was on the floor. The rat squeaked with pure joy and got himself the piece of it. He was already in his shelter, when the human husband said, “That’s always your fault.”
The rat shrugged – human love.