In the middle of the night on the twenty-seventh day, it started to rain in the forest again.
The tent's front entrance had been removed, and raindrops blown by the wind landed on Chen Zhou's bare shoulder, interrupting his snores.
Waking up groggily, he found the tent dimly lit. He reached out to tug at the blanket and felt something furry nestled beside him. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the little gray cat.
Cats, being animals that like warmth and dislike the cold, sometimes crawl into stoves for heat during the low temperatures of the northern winter, even if their fur gets singed by lingering embers, they don't learn and will seek warm places again.
Though the island wasn't cold, the little cat always sought a warmer place to sleep on rainy days.
