The Warm Kitchen Is for Me

I am a cat. I sit at the window and I watch.

Outside, there is snow. The snow is white and soft. I like the snow. It is pretty.

There is ice on the glass. I touch it with my nose. The ice is cold. I don’t like the ice. It is too cold for me.

Downstairs, Mom is cooking. The kitchen is warm. I can smell the food. I like the kitchen. It is hot and good.

Snow is for the window. Ice is for the birds. But the warm kitchen? The warm kitchen is for me.