On A Cold November Night: The Story of a Cat

"It was a cold November evening, a frosty wind blew across the barren branches of trees. People rushed by, heads bent, shoulders hunched against the cold, hands deep in their pockets. Huddled in their coats, hurrying to get to their warm homes and out of the wind. And so they did not notice a small shape huddled by a tree, shivering in the cold. A little black cat seating hunched by a tree trying to keep warm."
So begins the story of Little Black Cat. This story was inspired by a lost cat poster tucked into my doorway a few years ago. About a precious little black girl cat called Sabrina.
We all know these sad stories from the human perspective. But this is from Sabrina's, or, should I say, her fictional counterpart - Little Black Cat. This is lovingly dedicated to my own cat, Marnie, who is my precious little angel, and to her predecessor, Dolly, who went through a lost cat story of her own. And to all cats who are out there on their own, looking for a warm heart to love them - may your story have a happy ending. And also to all children and cat lovers/parents.