Early morning in January. The night has been peaceful and quiet. We slept in our warm house, in a warm bed and were served breakfast. Outside it snowed. Big, white, fluffy flakes. It was cold enough for the snow flakes to cover the world outside our door. So pretty. Then someone came over to say meow. Emil? Missan? We don't know. Someone came all the way up to our front door to say meow. And then walked away again. I sniffed the air through the door in the morning, to see if there was a message. No. We look forwad to you coming back. It is always nice when someone stops by to say meow.
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