Admetus sat atop of the back of the couch, looking out the window. Frost was starting to build up on it and there was already a good few inches of snow on the ground outside. It's probably half way up his legs by now and there was still more falling. The fur on the back of his neck bristled and stood up on ends, causing him to shiver. There was supposed to be a heavy snowfall tonight. He heard so on the radio earlier as he went to shut if off. His humans always forgot to do so before thy left the house. He had to get outside tonight. It was his last chance. His humans never let him outside after the snow got so high - they were leery on letting him out as it was now... He wouldn't get out until spring if he didn't now. All he needed was for his human to get home. Then he would sneak to the door and bolt out of it as fast as he could. If he could... Oh, he hated sneaking. The thought of it alone made his stomach twist up.

He had to do it. He needed to joke around with Mungojerrie one last time; see the kittens - maybe get a blanket from Jellylorum and Jennyanydots. It was going to be a long time before he got back to the junkyard... so much was going to be different... There would be so many things that he would have to try to catch up with - new romances, new kittens, the stories of the moments he missed out on... Blasted human. Why did he have to be shut away in here? He was a nice human... all up until this one point here at least.

He crouched down, catching the headlights of the car as it pulled into the driveway. He could do this... He went through his plan in his head one more time, going through each step in as much detail as he possibly could as he waited by the door. He was fumbling with his keys... Admetus lowered himself down as much as he could; he had to stay hidden. The knob turned... He raised himself up a bit, getting ready to take off. The door opened and he pushed off, dashing out the door between his owner's legs. The human turned around, seeing the tom cat run off. "What? Winston! Come back here. Winston!"

The worse part about living with a human... Name. Horrid pet names that were... so undignified. Winston... It was too dusty, uptight, cruel. He didn't like it, he'd much rather something more approachable. Something like... Kyle. 'Kyle' would be everyone's best friend. Maybe something... dashing. Something to 'wow' the queens... Like... Sir Lancelot Cunningham Fredrick Barker the Third. Yeah...
Nah... The toms would have a field day with that if they ever heard it. Of all the things that they ever discussed, names were never brought up.

Queens were... They were a daily subject. They were the root of nearly all of their discussions. They were toms after all. It was kind of their nature... Some of them - like Tugger - talked way more about the queens then someone more like Mungojerrie would. He was always taking care of his sister, despite how much she'd protest it, where as The Rum Tum Tugger... He'd be... You know what he'd be doing. Not that he... Admetus... has ever done anything like that. He knew what it was... He wasn't that out of the loop. He just never did it. He was saving himself. For that one special someone. Not that she was already picked out... Kind of... But... It was difficult.

He knew who he'd like for that special someone to be... It just... couldn't be her. Easily put, could not be her.

Admetus was taken away from his thoughts with a sudden jolt. A car had gone by him as he was walking down the street and sent, what seemed like to the small tom, a tidal wave of ice water and slush right into him. His fur was instantly soaked and bogged down; not to mention that he was absolutely frozen. He shook himself out with difficulty; the weight of the slush clinging to his fur was making it difficult. He managed to shake some of it off, though it was now easier for the cold breeze to hit his skin. He shivered, looking around for a refuge. He couldn't stay out here; he needed to find some sort of a shelter.

He went into the park - deciding to put as much distance in between himself and the cars as possible. The junkyard was still much too far away; he'd never make it. And if he did - it would be the last thing that he'd ever do. He went through the heavy, thick snow; trying different ways of walking. Low to the ground was the best one yet. It gave him a bit more protection against the cold; not much though. Just enough for him to walk like that. He looked around the barren park. There were trees, a sandbox, swings, a merry-go-round and a slide. Nothing that really screamed 'shelter'. He'd have to make his own.

He went over to the slide, the closet of his choices and immediately began to dig in the forming snowdrift. His paws grew more and more numb by the moment, each digit was painfully cold and the snow was heavy and wet. He dug, scratching away at the heap, going in there every once in a while to test the size of it, resting for a moment to warm up some before he went back out. He worked as fast as he could, wanting to get out of the wind as soon as possible, finally being able to curl up in his shelter and watch the storm go on.

A/N: Wow… Alright. I started writing this back in February for a contest that it was never done in time for. Figured I'd put it up now. Why now you ask? Because it's May 1st - and it's snowing out! Wet snow that not sticking around but it making it cold out. Stupid snow.