Tyrone was rarely seen by Sabrina.

Often, she would spend the entire day basking in the sun on the master bedroom balcony.

The winter sun was warm, not blistering. It was very comfortable.

One night, upon Tyrone's return, he found Sabrina silently lost in thought on the balcony.

She had been unusually quiet since their baby's departure.

The morning after, Sabrina was roused by an animal's cries at the door.

It was unclear if the sound was from a cat or a dog.

Unable to resist, she rose from the bed. As she opened the door, she was greeted by a hungry little kitten with white fur and round, pleading eyes, meowing for attention.

A tender moment overcame her. She decided to take the kitten downstairs to find something to eat, but it stayed put, gazing at her with a tilted head.

Reluctantly, she lifted the kitten into her arms. Descending the stairs, she ran into Karen exiting the kitchen.

"Karen, where's the cat food?"

Sabrina assumed the kitten's presence indicated Tyrone's provision of food for it.

"Mrs. Blakely, why have you left your bed?"

"I'm alright. Just a bit hungry."

"Oh? Where'd the little kitty come from? It's simply charming!"

"Is there any cat food?"

Karen shook her head and surveyed the living room. "I don't believe so."

Sabrina was at a loss for words.

Had Tyrone brought the kitten home without procuring any food for it?

"Should I purchase some?" Karen suggested. "But there's no cat food available nearby."