There was no one outside.
There was only a poor cat sitting on the ground.
Lucille's lips twitched and she bent down to pick up the little cat. She patted its head and said, "Why are you knocking on my door again? Where's your owner?"
"Meow."
The little cat rubbed against Lucille's neck and let out two meows behind her.
Lucille looked over and saw that the lights in Joseph's study were on. Light and shadows poured down on the aisle, casting a warm glow on the floor.
After some thought, Lucille walked over with the cat in her arms, but Joseph was not inside.
"Meow."
The little cat jumped out of Lucille's arms. It jumped into the study and onto the desk.
There was a cup of steaming hot coffee on the table. Lucille was afraid that it would topple and splash on the cat, so she went over and picked the kitten up.