The cat stopped a few feet away, its fur speckled with frost. It blinked against the wind and meowed softly. The man didn’t move. His legs were already hidden under a thin crust of ice.

The cat circled him once, twice, then climbed onto his chest. Curling into a tight ball, it pressed close to the heavy coat, its small body radiating warmth. The blizzard raged on, but the cat stayed. Each slow breath from the animal brought faint heat to the frozen man beneath it. Hours dragged by. The snow piled higher. Still, the cat refused to leave.
By dawn, the storm had eased. A snowplow rumbled down the road, its driver bleary-eyed after a long night. Something unusual caught his eye a strange shape in the ditch. He slowed, squinting through the frost-covered windshield. What he saw made his heart jump. There, half-buried in snow, lay an old man. And on his chest sat a small orange cat, staring straight at him.

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