Inspired by a true story Yesterday evening I wasn’t able to warm myself up. I was sure it was not so cold outside but inside my apartment virtual Penguins were strolling around. I decided to make some soup for heating myself up. Unfortunately, I didn’t feel like cooking, as I said it was cold and I rather preferred to stay in bed, but I forced myself to take courage and I started experimenting something in the kitchen, making the water boiling inside the saucepan. I took a broth cube from the fridge and put it inside the saucepan. After a while, the soup was ready but it was too hot to be consumed. I put that questionable concoction inside a plate to chill. I started reading a book under the blanket waiting for the soup to cool for a few minutes, while my cat, sitting on the same couch where I was lying down, was insistently staring at me. Was he plotting something? His doubtful expression was so amusing. “Darn!” I thought. I was so into the book I didn’t notice how much time had passed. About an hour. What the heck! The broth was cold by now. I got up and headed to the kitchen, I put the broth in the saucepan and let it boiling again. Like before, I let it cool inside a plate. All of a sudden, my iPhone rang. It was my colleague Patricia, who was calling to check up on me. I spoke to her on the phone, I told her I was fine now, that it had been tough, but finally I’d have come back to work the day after. She told me something shocking had happened that day. A colleague of ours had been fired. She was crying at the phone because she was very fond of him, while actually I was thinking he’d been deserved it just because in the last month, he didn’t show up at work so often. After having endured Patricia’s whines for about one hour, one terrible thought crossed over my mind. The soup! I checked the plate in the kitchen and with my big surprise it was... empty. I turned myself toward the couch, the cat was sleeping with his belly up. I couldn’t believe that. You monster!