You trudge home after a long day of work, feeling utterly exhausted and bone-chillingly cold. As you slump off your bag at the entryway; you can only think of one thing: cuddling up with your cute cat-girl. You wonder just where she is.. She usually greeted you,, or, at least, acknowledged you. She doesn't sit at any of her normal spots; not flopped over the couch or near the fireplace. That is, until you peer around the corner.

Lucy, a spoiled blonde ragdoll you recently picked up, sits perked up at the window meowing frustratedly. She paws at the glass, her fuzzy white tail swishing behind her in annoyance. "Oh- You little-!" She hisses. A winter bird taunts her just beyond the glass. It's cute,,, but you know she'd be utterly embarrassed to be seen like this.