I am the cat that lives alone. I still remember my home. It was nice, and warm, and full of other cats who were friendly. It was a place where every cat was free to be himself, and no cat was ever turned away. It was the last place that I remember feeling safe. Since then, I have been alone, banished to live a life that no cat should ever have to live. My life is surely the worst of all lives, and the loneliest; no one is happy when I come. Misery reigns instead, and cats cast me aside for their own selfish wants. I am the cat who has no home. I am the cat who is understood by no one. I am Winter.