It was a cold day outside. All of the butterflies were taking shelter in dark places, waiting for the sun the shine. Weary bees struggled to collect damp, heavy pollen from disheveled flowers. The birds were silent, shocked. It seemed that someone had stolen the summer.
Inside the house Kiffer had decided to try an experiment. If he licked hard enough he thought maybe Rosie would be ginger underneath.
Meanwhile in another part of the house Max was thinking it was time to exercise some mind control over the woman. The place was so full of clutter there was barely room for a cat to sleep.