Alan hurried inside, heading straight for the freezer. He grabbed a bag of canned tuna, hoping the enticing smell might coax the cat away. Wrapping his hand in a thick blanket to shield himself from potential bites, he moved swiftly to the kitchen, his resolve hardening with each step.
He rummaged through his pantry until his hand landed on the tin box of tuna. He quickly emptied out the contents of the can on a plate. The pungent aroma of tuna quickly filled the air, filling Alan’s spirits with hope. He carefully picked up the plate and stepped into the frigid night, braving the elements with renewed determination.
As Alan approached the cat, he moved with deliberate slowness, mindful not to spook it. He placed the tuna within the cat’s reach, the sharp scent wafting between them. The cat’s nose twitched, catching the smell, but it remained in place, eyes still locked on whatever lay beneath it.
Undeterred, Alan continued to lay a trail of tuna fish, each piece leading gradually toward the shed. He moved methodically, his breath misting in the air, setting down one fish after another until he reached the shed’s entrance.