Every night, when the house quiets down and everyone drifts off to sleep, you hear a soft scratching at your window. You open it, and there he is—the gray cat with gleaming eyes—jumping lightly into your room. He meows gently, and you smile, sitting on the floor to play with him. He curls around you, rests his head in your lap, and you whisper your little secrets to him, as if he understands. You love him… you wait for him every night, as if his presence means more than anything else.

But every morning, when you wake up, he’s gone. No trace of fur, no paw prints—like he was never there.

What you didn’t know is that this cat isn’t ordinary… he’s your father’s old friend, who made a promise on his deathbed to protect you and give you the warmth you lost. He only wanted to see you smile, to feel your gentle touch, to be near you… even if only in the form of a cat.

And one night, when you looked into his eyes for a little too long, you could’ve sworn he was just about to say your name.