Jack the Cat

It was a typical autumn morning, late autumn, November, the trees were shedding their leaves, decorating and covering the ground. In the village of Simlate, not far from the city, there lived a black cat. He lived with his owners. He was brave and very strict, because he lived with Jack's owner. There were dogfights with this dog and stray cats, ugh... Jack didn't like strays and didn't even want to think about them. Why? Because his owner, his beloved owner, Jack protected him from other cats.

Recently he was walking around the village, protecting his territory from strangers. It was a calm, ordinary Sunday morning. A black cat, as is known to bring trouble, which is what Jack was used to. His short, matted black fur fluttered in the wind and danced in the sun. Jack liked it when the sun warmed him so pleasantly, and nothing prevented him from enjoying it, but as luck would have it, somewhere not far away, a roar was heard and, as luck would have it, the cat was distracted from a pleasant moment.