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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Zhaneel" data-source="post: 1343923" data-attributes="member: 15829">I don't do poetry.  <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":-)" title="Smile    :-)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":-)" />But those are cute pics... <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":-)" title="Smile    :-)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":-)" />It was a cold December night.  Or at least it was cold for California.  And I'm not talking Bay Area or LA.  I'm talking northern California.  You know, where it snows?  No, not Tahoe.Anyway, it was a cold December night, and there was snow covering the ground of my yard.  I live in a well insulated house, so the fire inside was lovely.  I was all ready to cuddle up with a book and a crocheted afghan when I heard Miss Prissy whining at the door.I sighed.  Miss Prissy is one of my many cats.  Most of the cats, being the intelligent beings they are, had come in from the cold a long time ago.  But Miss Prissy, didn't deign to come in.  She had stayed outside, exploring the snows and shacking her paws because they were wet.  I don't know if she ever connected the snow to the water she hated appearing on her paws.But it seemed the cold had finally penetrated her white and grey fur, so she was asking to come in.  I stood up and shivered a little at the change in temperature.  I made my way across the living room and rounded the kitchen.I was momentarily distracted by the small pride of kittens from Lady Marmalade's last litter climbing over the now empty dishwasher.  They were everywhere and exploring everything.  And it seemed the leftover heat from the recently washed dishes had attracted them.  I was thankful that I had managed to already put away all the dishes, but mentally smacked myself for not closing the machine.  My mother always said if my head wasn't attached, I forget it somewhere.  For now, I just shook my head at the kitten's antics and made my way to the back door.Miss Prissy wasn't there when I opened the door.  Since she has a habit of calling but not waiting, I stuck my head out into the cold air and looked around for her.I was severly surprised by what I saw.  There was Miss Prissy nose-to-nose with a moose.  She was trying to be brave, to not seem threatened by this huge monster, but it was clear she was on edge.  I, on the other, restrained the urge to laugh and prayed that Miss Prissy didn't try to claw her new acquantance, as she'd lose and I wouldn't be able to protect her.  They stood quietly, each smelling each other and trying to figure out what this other creature was.Then I coughed, from the cold and the moment was broken.  The moose looked up, and seeing me decided to lumber away.  Miss Prissy stared after the moose for a while, before deciding to notice that I had answered her calls.  She shook her fur and sauntered over to the door and slowly entered, looking back once at the retreating tail of the moose.ZhaneelOkay, so not really SF/F at all, but it was the best I could do in 10 minutes.</blockquote>

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