Cold engulfed London. Rainwater gathered on the pavement, forming vast puddles, but was soon iced over when the temperatures dropped at night. Frost spread across the grass untill it melted in the midday sun. Snow soon came and the city was quiet, almost muffled by the snow around it. Storm tentatively dipped his paw into the cold, white substance and instantly retracted. His owner gave him a dark look " This is stupid" his owner, Jenny huffed "you need to go to the toilet and you are not doing it in the house." Storm let out a faint hiss of annoyance at her, if she hadn't binned his litter tray he would still be in bed and so would she. With a slight sigh Jenny scooped Storm up and walked across the small bin yard to the mud patch where he does his dirt, she then dumped him down (with much protest from Storm) and slammed the door so he wouldn't run back in. Storm snarled angrily, "stupid humans" he hissed and got on with his dirt. Storm is quite a magnificent cat, he is handsome in a scruffy way and has white and grey fur which he is always cleaning, his eyes are a grey/brown colour, but his most amazing feature is his claws. The talon like claws can kill another cat in one blow but of course he has never used them, to dirty for Storm. Oh and he's a cat if you haven't already figured it out. After he had finished he decided he would explore next doors garden, who had a dog, they were on holiday at the minute so Jenny was pet sitting and the dog was inside. Storm scrabbled up the splintering fence and landed delicately on the soft snow, the dog barked from inside so he stalked up to the window where the large dog was throwing herself at the glass. Storm arched his paw and unsheathed his talon like claws which glinted in the sun, making the dog stop for a second but soon carried on barking after the thrill was over. Storm sniffed the air, sure he could scent another cat, a sudden hiss came from behind him and he whipped around finding a very hostile, skinny female ragdoll. "what are you doing on my territory?!"
