Five Days of Cats (pt 5).

On the last day it always rains, and one by one the cats disappear into the mist.

Except one. Always one stays behind, waiting on the edge of town until all the others have safely gone onward. And then for reasons only it knows it chooses a home to live in, pushing its way in and pressing its nose to the owner who is honored beyond measure. This cat, who will never be named, will spend its future days in comfort, every one, until it it dies in its sleep on the even of next year's Five Days.

As it has always been; as it will always be.