From the east, it emerged. Glorious as ever, golden in its entirely. It rays extended throughout the surface of the natural world. The blistering heat could be felt but passing through the stained glass windows of this particular apartment it was like hot coal in a mountain of snow, balanced and becoming warmth. A paw scratched at the surface of the stained glass, it was pure white and fluffy. It continued scratching till the green flakes from the glass fell off. The green flakes were same as its eyes, emerald green. Licking its paws, he climbed down from the platform of the window and then jumped onto the ground. It strode to its food bowl and sat down elegantly with its back facing me. At this moment I knew what it wanted but I was slipping my black coffee comfortably on the sofa and was reluctant to get up from such a comfortable spot. It started to meow and then turned its head towards me. A second and third time, which then I yawned and got up, walked towards it. Scooping a fresh handful of cat feed onto its food bowl and watched as it munched hungrily. It was a cat and its name was Sock.