Once upon a time—as stories always begin— there was a cute cat that started its journey as a cute kitten. Now, let's clarify that it was not always cute and not always a cat. As for what it was before...
Anyway, let's not get sidetracked. The soon-to-be cute kitten grew up in a very humble home. No, it was not the end of an abandoned ally. It was a small yet cozy cabin where an aged couple spent the last of their days. Unable to stand the loneliness that came with their quiet and uneventful life, they decided to—you guessed it—adopt a small little kitten from the local shelter.
It was certainly small, smaller than its peers at least. And sickly. The old couple had to take it to a vet almost every week!
Some suggested that they bring the cat back to the center and let someone else care for it, someone younger. Their aged bodies could not stand the frequent travel. However, the couple never paid heed to their words. They loved the cat for all it was worth. And to them, it was worth all that they had and much more.
Their efforts paid off. Within a year, the cat was as fit as a fiddle and so cute that one could not resist pulling it over for a hug.
However, the same could not be said about the old couple. Their time had come.
Two weeks later, they passed away during the first snowstorm of that cold winter.
They were discovered a few days later after the blizzard had blown over.
They lay there, ever so peacefully in their bed, with a small smile on their frozen faces.
A funeral was held, one that the whole town made an obligation to attend.
As for the whereabouts of the cute cat, does it matter?