At 8 in the morning, Marvin finished his washing up, ate two slices of buttered bread, drank two cups of black tea, and then came to the Church.
Following old customs, he first distributed the day's food allowance to the kitties, then cleaned up the hair that had fallen on the ground and opened the Church's grand doors.
Marvin had no intention of discarding the cat hairs; he planned to save them up and, once he had accumulated enough, mix them with some cotton to make a big, warm blanket for the kitties to use during winter.
Since the heavy rain a few days ago, the weather had grown even colder, the wind cutting against the face like knives, pedestrians wrapping their collars tight, burying their mouths and noses deep into their scarves, hands pocketed, and footsteps quick.
"Freezing to death, freezing to death..."
