Then, he retreated, heart pounding, to watch from the safety of his home. Peering through the window, Alan’s anxiety peaked as he observed the cat. It hadn’t moved, still hunched protectively over its hidden cargo. Doubt gnawed at him—had he failed again?
The minutes stretched, each one feeling like an eternity as the snow swirled more furiously around them. But then, a small movement caught Alan’s eye. The cat’s head lifted slightly, its nostrils flaring as it sniffed the air, the scent of the sausages finally reaching it.
Slowly, cautiously, it inched forward, driven by hunger. It grabbed the first fish, chewing eagerly, then paused, assessing the situation. Bit by bit, the cat followed the trail, its movements careful and deliberate.
Alan watched with bated breath, feeling a mix of relief and tension as the cat ate each piece of tuna. The animal seemed to grow bolder with each bite, the lure of food overpowering its initial caution.