Cats don't hibernate. But Spring Herald, well, Spring Herald thought she was special. As winter's chill approa…
Cats don't hibernate. But Spring Herald, well, Spring Herald thought she was special.
As winter's chill approached, she'd gather treasures: a few fruits, some stray wheat stalks, and with a well-placed "meow" by the humans' door, a warm bed of straw would appear.
Thirsty? She had her fruits. Hungry? She had her grain. Feeling peckish? A "meow" or two would summon a dried fish right to her doorstep. She'd laze away the cold months in perfect comfort.
Then, one day, the first brave flower would pierce the frost, its scent a tiny trumpet call.
"Meow! Meow!" Spring Herald would announce, and the humans would chuckle. Spring had arrived.