A cold cat lingers on the cold street on a cold night. It is winter and the cat knows. It is November, the cat would not care. It is looking for some thing. As it walks past a tiny puddle of water on the foot path, it stops. The cat can see a blurry crescent moon in the water. It looks up, purrs and continues the calculated walk. Up ahead on the street where the row of houses begin is parked a car. It is becoming bigger and bigger as the cat treads on. Once close, the cold cat now feels some warmth. The idea of a car is comforting. But before it can heave a sigh of relief, a familiar meow is heard. Another cat steps out from under the car. Both exchange cold glances. A minute of stare and the new cat swiftly turns around, its tail stretched upward. And as it stoops to enter its bed again, says, 'The next car is empty. Some salmon in the bin. Make yourself comfortable..sister' and disappears in the darkness under the car. The cold cat looks up at the moon with a thankful face and walks on.