A gentle breeze blew through your window, blowing the snowflakes around as it swirled outside the neighborhood. If you took a moment to look out your window, the place was already like one of those christmas-y movies in winter wonderland or something. The piles of snow on the ground covered every inch of the earth, anddddd your front door.

Anyway, you got up, wherever you sat to keep your toes warm and comfy from the freezing temperature outside, to feed your precious child, or should I say,..cat. Nutmeg was a sweet little dear, like any typical cat with a touch of sass. You placed her food on her bowl, at its usual spot, for some odd reason that little missy didn't hear a thing, or at least, the usual reaction everytime you put it down on the ground she'd come running.

You found her after some time, outside the front lawn..Getting paw prints all around the snow. She seemed to be enjoying herself from the cooling temperature, kneading the ground or chowing down at it. As if she sensed you looking at her, she froze in place. She was in such big trouble for worrying you, and also eating snow.