Hurricane the cat comes in with a great gust of wind. Sometimes flies past his ear. Is it moth? Hurricane sniffs, but he does not know this smell. Something strange has gotten in the house and things are beginning to change. Hurricane does not change! The strangeness his ears itch and hid fur on end. Hurricane must protect his family, from this fluttery, skittery thing. He pounces. He has it between his paws. It is soft! He touches it with his tongue. It is sweet! It is for cats! Is it for eating? No! This strange thing is a strong thing! Hurricane could make his people wake and look, but would they see? This house is a where everything has its place and every place has its thing. There is no place for this strange thing. What does it want here? What does it bring? He wonders. It comes to the baby. It stares and stares. The Hurricane sees-and understands! This strange thing is a young thing. This strange thing is a lost thing. Hurricane pushes the window open to let it fly out. It flits across the road to the shore to where a ship waits. I found the strangest place, it tells his mama, who laughs. Hurricane watches them sail away and hopes the strange thing will return some magic night.