Whiskas a-quiver and with tail held high, the bedraggled tabby slid through the open door and stared at the curious throng within.

'Hey, is that an Aurochs being set to sizzle. I ain't quite sure what that is but it smells like it might be edible one day. Guess I'll just hang around till it's time to eat' thinks she....

The air warms her fur, melting the snow which starts to puddle around her paws. She moves on, slowly, cautiously investigating the Tavern's inhabitants, ears pricked for sudden movements. Humans haven't been the friendliest folks she's known & that monkey has a strange gleam in his eye....

Reaching the cover of the tree she breathes once more & begins to groom, spitting out the twigs and other 'jewellery' she's accumulated on her long cold journey to this place.

She teases a small pine cone from her tail, it becomes lodged among the inner branches of the tree where it will never be noticed.

Dry and warm she allows herself to relax a little in her safe haven under the tree. Curling up comfortably she keeps a watchful eye on the folks in the bar....