As Rosalie went to bed that night, she was stopped after changing into her night dress by the scratching sound of the white cat outside her window. It was seated on the ledge, its claws scratching against the window pane. The sound was so irksome that Rosalie rushed to the window and opened it to allow the cat to come inside, and, a gust of cold wind flew into the room, fanning her hair about.
She brought her hands up to cover her face and waited a few seconds before the wind stop. When it did, she picked up the cat by its body, placed it down on the floor, and hurriedly closed the window. She could not believe how cold it had become outside. The short winter was fast approaching and she wondered if she would even be able to survive walking outside for a few minutes.
"Why were you out t
