Curufin shivered. Though his coat was black and thick, it still did not protect him from the chill that was settling outside. He needed a place to remain warm, but the past three houses he sneaked into had chased him out. Perhaps helping himself to the food on their table wasn't considered good manners, but he was after all a cat and where there was warmth there was also a sweet smell that often meant good food.
"And stay out!" cried the next man. Curufin turned to him and gave him an annoyed "meow!" before slinking away. He will find a place, eventually.










