Journal #17

As the light blue fuzz feathered through the warm current of air purring from the heating vent, the amber kitten rubbed his moist nose against the frozen window. The brisk air outside kept all at home, and in the comfortable, warm heat. The girl twisted herself into the rugged, over sized chair, attempting to conserve her warmth. She stretched slowly towards the wood table that sat aside from the large chair. Slowly she picked up the rose colored mug which sat upon the table, overflowing with steam from from the boiling hot chocolate that was inside. As she carefully took a sip, the light blue fuzz landed slowly on her leg. She sighed as she wiped it off, thinking of being confined in the small old house on a cold winter's day as this one. She kissed lovingly at the young kitten, who had settled into a curled up position on the window sill. He looked up attentively, as his small fragile legs melted from the tall window sill to the paisley rug below. As she picked up the kitten, the silky new fur felt warm in her chilly hands. As she cuddled the newborn kitten, its wet, sticky tongue licked her rosy cheek. They awaited in the warmth of the chair for her husband to arrive home after his treacherous dive through the thick, white snow. The dim yellow lights shown through the frosted window,signaling his arrival. Both the kitten and the girl got up from the comfort of the old chair to greet him. As the front door swung open, the brisk air poured into the house surrounding the girl. She quickly shut the door to save as much of the warm heat as possible. He unwrapped the thick knitted scarf and his snow covered jacket. She hugged tightly as she showed him into the living room. He sat down on the old recliner as she settled in next to him, taking in his warmth.