Dark and The Wind Cat

It is dull black night outside now and the Wind Cat prowls, waiting for anyone who so much as puts a nose out of the door. Something has made him angry. He is wild. He pushes his paws through the cat flap, and runs across the roof slates, clattering claws, rattling the windows and the doors. He has wiped away the stars and the moon with a blanket of thick, black fur.