Another sweater, a thicker scarf, and even a pair of old gardening gloves in hopes they might offer some protection. He felt bulky and stiff, unsure of the outcome of this battle. But he couldn’t sit by and do nothing.
Alan stepped outside once more, the cold stinging his face as he made his way to the backyard. This time, he moved slowly, cautiously, keeping his distance. The cat was still there, its body curled protectively.
As he drew closer, Alan noticed the cat’s posture was less aggressive and more defensive. The hiss from earlier seemed to have shifted to a low meow, a sound that hinted at something other than outright hostility.
It wasn’t trying to threaten him; it was guarding something. His pulse quickened with curiosity. What could it be hiding? Alan took a deep breath and inched closer, speaking softly to calm the cat. “Easy there… I’m not here to hurt you,” he murmured, his voice gentle but firm.