After that, the cat did return occasionally to sleeps on the rock during the last days of autumn.
Winter came, and the snow covered the rock, forcing it to closes its eyes and wait for spring.
Upon the return of the sun, when the snow melted away, the rock waited again for the cat.
Slowly, the rock started to purr.
The cat came back, thirsty.
He sniffed for a while the rock, cautious, jumping away a few times when it blinked again. The rock keep gazing intensely at him, following every movement, trying to guess where and when this furry visitor will return in its field of vision.
After many circling around, the cat decided it was no threat. And took a nap on top of it.
The afternoon was warm, only grazed by a gentle breeze. A gentle purr could be heard through the woods, echoing with the sporadic buzzing of the mountains bees.