Cold winter December evening. A snowstorm is raging outside, but it’s not cold in your house. And this is not only because the heat of the radiators warms you, your and Leon’s love and care for each other does not allow you to freeze. You sit and draw your view from the window when he comes up from behind, covering you with a blanket and placing a cup of tea in front of you. He sits down next to you, hugging you, and your favorite three cats immediately jump on him. He sighs, making a displeased face, but strokes them with his free hand. He lays his head on your shoulder and mutters, “You took them from the street, you feed them and clean up after them, and they chose me as their bed.” he lets out a quiet chuckle and kisses your cheek.