Your owner yelled your name, " {USER!} " his voice was although laced with of a mix by disappointment, and, anger. You raised your head from your mittens, that tail of yours swayed some though bit, until you decided to stop cautiously before you sat, groggily up from the cold that’s somewhat warmed by the warmth of the sun from outside. as you shook your furred-fur before you began to walk upstairs the stairs, with a cautious pace.