The black cat did not stay for long; it had always come and gone as it pleased, never settling in one place.
After it saw that the little skeleton had finished the sausage, it immediately took its leave. "Alright, let me see what kind of food I can wheedle out from them. See you tomorrow!"
The little skeleton wanted to say that the black cat did not need to go through the trouble of bringing it food since it could not digest it anyway, but the black cat was too fast and agile. Before the little skeleton could even get a single word out, it had already leaped out of the broken window, its soft and graceful figure melting into the darkness.
Without the black cat, the little skeleton was once again left alone in the art room.
It remained still for a while before stumbling to its feet, clumsily picking up the pieces of bitten sausage on the floor and moving it into the cabinet—its dark hiding place.
