Finally, the cat reached the shed’s threshold. It worked! The cat, driven by hunger, had moved away from the spot it had so fiercely guarded. Alan exhaled, a small but profound relief washing over him as he saw the cat reach for the plate of tuna sitting in the shed.
As the cat reached the plate of fish inside the shed, Alan moved quickly, shutting the door behind it to shield the animal from the relentless snowfall. He paused for a moment, his heart still racing, before turning his attention to what the cat had been so fiercely guarding.