Radiator

I used to be a piece of refined iron, and now I am a radiator. Before I was forged, my father told me that I had to be strong enough to survive the cold winter.

I have always done so, saying nothing but occasionally feeling lonely.

"You must be cold too, aren't you?" That night, the cat jumped onto me and said softly, "I'll be your blanket so you won't be cold anymore."

"Hmph, you smooth-talking cat." I rolled my eyes and then hugged it tightly. "You think I don't know you're here for warmth."