by Requiem

A cat sat scratching at the door, asking to be let out.

“But it is cold outside” said the human.

To which the cat began to meow loudly.

“But you could get hurt.” Said the human.

To which the cat threatened to hork a fhairball on the human’s shoes.

“Fine” said the human, who opened the door.

To which the cat ignored, and went into the kitchen.