Darren Johnson has had a bad run of things lately, his girlfriend has left him and he's fast becoming a gibbering drunk. A pang of inebriated sympathy plucks at his heart strings when he sees a persistent little fella equally down on his luck. He invites him in, maybe it's the companionship they both need to get through their bad times. Things go from bad to worse and it all seems due to the cat that came in from the cold. Is this cat the cause of pushing Darren down the last few rungs of life's ladder so he hits rock bottom, or just bad luck? Is this cat an ordinary feline or a living curse, the demonised demigod from ancient lore and folk songs? Whatever it is, no matter what the odds, there's one thing Darren soon learns, the cat always comes back.