The cat was looking at the glow of the city. It always stood in the sky with an orange-red calmly restless spot. A vague rumble, barely coming from there, disturbed the cat, there was an unknown constant danger from the city, he knew it when in hungry winters he went to the outskirts of the railways and the highway, but he had never crossed the forest and had never gone further places where his instinct stopped him. He returned to the hungry forest, scoured through the swamps in the thickets, ran...