His momentary relief was soon replaced with an uneasy fear. What was the cat really hiding? The snow outside thickened, and Alan felt the weight of urgency pressing down on him once more. Whatever was out there, he needed to save it before the storm hit.
Alan sat by the window, the snowfall thickening into a steady white curtain outside. He felt a gnawing sense of helplessness, the urgency of the situation weighing heavily on him. Unsure of his next move, he reached for his phone and called the local animal shelter.
The woman on the other end listened patiently but sighed with regret. “I’m sorry, Mr. Rogers,” she said, her voice apologetic. “With the storm rolling in, our rescue team can’t make it out until it clears. It’s just too dangerous right now.”
Alan thanked her, his heart sinking as he hung up. The snow was falling faster, thicker, and the cold was biting through every crack and crevice of his old house. He glanced outside at the cat, still hunched over its hidden treasure.