Theme # 74: X-tinguish


Crookshanks was exhausted. It was a bitter cold day at the end of winter, and the cat felt like his bones were on some sort of fire. He was sleepy, could not find his owner, and had accidentally run into a wall. Something was wrong, pretty wrong.

Oh my, I think I might be sick.

He took two steps forward, but did not feel any better, so he huddled into a corner, right underneath a tall window. The lights in the corridor had long been extinguished, and the orange cat was really cold.

It would be a long, unhappy night.