Stray cat in the city
When we came out of the bar, a cat without a collar sat on its haunches by the curb. As we walked by, it turned and scurried underneath one of the cars. It was late and getting cold. We were in an industrial part of town—old warehouses, brick walls, broken pavement, busted-out windows. On the highway, driving home, I thought about the cat, and I was thankful to have a warm bed waiting for me.