Being a stray cat is hard. I was hungry and in the snowy days of winter there is no food nor shelers to be found. I had gone in the deep forests, hoping I could maybe find a warmer place of moss or at least a few roddents to eat... But I couldnt find anything.

I had slipped, my hind paws stuck in the snowy much. I tried to meow loudly to call for help but nothing came. The cold started to get to me as I was unable to move anymore, and I could feel my end was close.