I wake up early in the morning, and was the first one up each morning while we were in Brussels visiting Amber and Len.
This particular morning, I got up, made the coffee and tried to figure out how to turn the heat up (it was very cold).
While waiting for the coffee to brew, I wandered into the living room to see how much it had snowed overnight. It was still dark, and the falling snow looked cool against the street lights.
I saw (Macy) Grey, a neighbor's cat, sitting on the sill just outside the side window. She was looking quite cold and forlorn. I went to the backdoor, opened it, and called her.
She came running inside, went straight to the food bowl, and emptied it. Then she went looking for someplace warm.
By then, the heat had kicked on (yes, I found the thermostat). She curled up on this cushion right next to the register underneath the window where I first saw her.
She reminded me a lot of Tonks. She spends as much time with the Northfields as she does at her own home.