The crash of the screen door, raced through the house like a shotgun
blast. Loud footsteps tromped through the entrance hallway, waking the
sleeping cat contently napping on the steam radiator. The footsteps
stopped and the room fell still. Only the sound of the rain tapping on
the tin shed outside broke the silence. In the center of the room stood a
terrified young man, dripping water on the floor and shaking from the
cold. For a moment, the room was quiet and the cat laid its head back
down, squeezing its eyes shut for another nap.