Anyone got a Coke?

Well this was easily one of his worst ideas. Why had he come north again? He hated the cold. He'd disliked it as a child and dammit, he full fledged hated it now after having lived comfortably in the south for years. Apparently his blood had thinned during his time in the warmer climate because his tolerance for cold had dropped considerably. It was just all around unpleasant and he felt like bitching about it. Unfortunately Amadeus had heard enough and wouldn't entertain so much as a whine anymore which left Jupiter to sulk in silence.

His ears pricked forward as a semi familiar brown shape caught his eye. That was that cat. The cat that had answered his call to melee. Damn she sure got around on those stumpy little legs. Jupiter squinted at her. She looked a little freaked out. Now, normally he would be rather indifferent to that sort of thing, but he was intrigued by this cat that didn't seem to fear canines so of course he had to investigate.

He ambled over, the whole while fretting to himself about freezing his toes or his balls - or both - off, and stopped a short distance away. "Something twistin' your whiskers, pussy...cat?"