Sherman and Penny nestled into their new cardboard bed, the plush cushions a stark contrast to their days as strays. The apartment was a symphony of muted colors and soft lights, an inviting haven that promised warmth and security. Yet, as the city lights painted shadows on the walls, sleep eluded them.

Just as Sherman's eyes began to droop, a pair of luminous orbs appeared at the window, casting an eerie glow into the room. Penny stiffened beside him, her ears twitching in alarm. "Did you see that?" "Every night since we've been here," came the hushed reply.

On the fourth night, Sherman decided to uncover the mystery. With a determined flick of his paw, he nudged the window open and slipped onto the fire escape. Penny followed, her curiosity outweighing her fear. The city stretched below, a patchwork of lights and shadows. Ahead, they heard the clatter of claws on metal.

Finally, they caught up to the creature—a black cat, his fur matted and eyes weary. He turned to face them, his voice a raspy whisper. "I only wanted to see my bed again," he explained, his gaze lingering on the cardboard box visible through the window.

Sherman and Penny exchanged a glance, their decision made in unspoken agreement. "You can stay with us," "We'll call you Midnight, for the time we met and your inky fur." The black cat's eyes softened, and he nodded gratefully, stepping inside the apartment to share their warmth.

For a week, they kept Midnight hidden, until the humans discovered their secret. To Sherman, Penny, and Midnight's surprise, the family welcomed him with open arms. "Three cats are better than two," they laughed, ensuring the trio would never know the cold of the alley again. Together, they forged a new family, richer for the love they shared.