December makes me tuck my paws in close under my chest as the wind ruffles my fur. I wait on the stoop for birds to come close while the sun sinks low in the sky. This is my third winter and not as favorable in my eyes as the spring or summer.
My black and white fur stands out against every landscape, as I sit here handsomely and wait for the ones who wear shoes to let me inside where it is warm.
I wink at you, good reader, with eyes of Jade, until my paws touch keys again.
Mr. Claudius
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