Pretty, was the cat that followed me along the road one day and began my adventure with felines. As far as I knew she was an outside cat, as she stayed around the house for a couple of years. Even during the harsh Canadian winters.
One winter’s day, she sat on the back of the fireplace sunning herself. Then all of a sudden her ears pricked up and her attention was all agog.
Not knowing what the excitement was, seeing as the field was covered in snow, it was a bit of a surprise when she leapt to the ground and pounced into a snowdrift.
Seconds later she returned to the back of the fireplace, covered in white flakes, with a nice juicy mouse for lunch.