How did the night cat spent outside contrast with day in paradise Oxford modern English book 7?

The night, spent outside, was cold and comfortless. I had left Paris that morning, and now I was at the end of my long journey. I was a cat, stray and starving, and I had traveled all day by railway and on foot, from France to England. And now I was in Oxford, a city of dreaming spires and ancient colleges. But all I wanted was some food and a place to sleep.

I had no idea what to do or where to go. I was lost and bewildered. I wandered through the streets, looking for scraps of food, and hiding from the cold wind that seemed to cut right through me.

It was beginning to get dark, and I was starting to despair. I had been unable to find any food or shelter, and I didn't know what I was going to do. I was just about to give up and lie down on the pavement when I saw a light coming from a nearby window.

I went up to the window and looked inside. There was a warm, cozy room, with a fire burning in the grate and a plate of food on the table. I could see a family sitting around the table, laughing and talking.

I felt a pang of sadness. I thought of my own family, whom I had left behind in France. I wished that I could be with them, but I knew that it would never be possible again.

I turned away from the window and started to walk away, but then I heard a voice.

"Come here, kitty," the voice said.

I turned around and saw a little girl standing in the doorway. She was wearing a nightgown, and her hair was in curls. She had a kind smile on her face.

I went over to the little girl, and she picked me up. She carried me inside the house and put me down on the floor in front of the fireplace.

I was so happy to be warm and safe. I purred and rubbed against the little girl's leg.

The little girl's parents saw me and smiled.

"What a pretty cat," the mother said.

"Can we keep it?" the little girl asked.

"Of course we can," the father said. "We'll take good care of it."

I was so happy. I had found a new home.

I spent the rest of the night sleeping in front of the fireplace. I was so tired that I didn't even dream. I just slept peacefully.

In the morning, I woke up to the smell of breakfast cooking. I got up and stretched, then went over to the table. The little girl was sitting at the table, eating a bowl of cereal.

"Good morning, kitty," she said. "I'm glad you're here."