11/25/2025
“Most assuredly, the season has arrayed itself against my comfort. The ground, once a pleasant tapestry of scents and curiosities, has grown treacherously cold, and my human—misguided though well-intentioned—has fastened upon my paws these dreadful boots. Each step I take is an affront to my dignity, a clumsy thud where once there was only grace. Oh, that I should be forced to parade in such contraptions! You have ensnared me, body and soul, and I loathe, I loathe, I loathe thee. The winter wind may howl across the moors with all its customary gloom, yet it is these abominations upon my feet that truly chill my spirit.”
- Rudy, probably.