Groose woke up after a long rest during the day. It was Christmas Eve that night and his owners had been out all day and had just returned. He went to greet them at the door and was blasted with freezing wind that came in through the open door. He thought how he'd hate to have to go out there even for a moment. He made his way to the living room where there was a warm fire and a large window he could look out of. Every day he would sit in front of the window and watch everything that happened. Now, when he looked out all he saw was a snow storm and the road he lived on. As he watched he thought he saw movement on the other side of the road. He leaned in closer to the window and stared out to try to see if he could spot more movement. Again he spotted movement and saw a small shape. He realized it was a cat walking around in the snow. What is it doing out there? Groose thought. Why isn't it inside where its warm?
"Maybe it needs somewhere to stay," Groose whispered to himself. "Should I go out and help it? Maybe not. Wait, yes I should. But I'm nice and warm here, why should I leave to help some cat I don't know? But if it stays out there it might freeze! Ok, I'll help it". Groose went over to the door and next to it he saw a green scarf which he pulled down and wrapped himself in. He skillfully opened the door, which he had learned to do by watching his owners. Again he felt the freezing wind from the storm. He stepped outside and fluffed his fur to stay warmer. The ground had frozen and the snow was almost up to his shoulders. He threw himself into the snow bank and started pushing his way through.