Wowo Mudslide

On a winter evening, a stubborn black cat ran away from home, wanting to prove that he didn't need humans. It was caught in the rain, hungry, and saw countless closed windows on the street. Late at night, it quietly slipped back to the familiar balcony - warm light came from the crack of the door, the food bowl was filled, the blankets were folded, and the old man fell asleep sitting on the wicker chair. The cat rubbed his hand and said softly: "I just came back to hide from the rain, not to miss you." But its tail had already wrapped around his wrist.