A large,cold surface sat in the dirt,a large box,somewhat like a computer with a chair attached.On the end was a clock and a sled,which was pulled by the machine. A young she-cat walked toward it,then gasped in horror as the machine puffed out a cloud of glitter.Then it was gone. “No!"she yowled,running towards it.“Some cat!Help!My den...my kits were in there....help!"she yelled as she chased the cloud.But the machine was gone.Shaking glitter off her fur,she let out a wail of pur agony. Her den had been unusual,yes,but it was warm and cozy and she had only left her kits for a moment.