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She had promised herself a productive morning.The kind with clear intentions, tidy thoughts, and no unnecessary detours.Which, of course, lasted exactly until she stepped outside and rememberedthat she has the attention span of a cat in a room full of
They say that on a night no one clearly remembers, a narrow corridor appeared — spun from lamplight, heavy curtains, and the quiet pride of a house that seldom chose to reveal itself. When she stepped inside, the room shifted
These days … when adulthood demands heroic levels of self-control — like pretending laundry is a normal task and not a personal vendetta from the universe. A strategic decision was necessary. If the mountain of clothes insists on growing, we’re
She moved through the old stairwell as if it had been waiting for her—the dust, the chipped paint, the quiet hum of something that once lived here. No fear.Just curiosity… the kind that feels like touching the edge of a
“The snow glittered like a million little diamonds.”— The Snow Queen (Hans-Christian-Andersen) Snow had been there for hours already. Enough to change how the light behaved. Enough to make everything slightly unreliable. Reflections slipped, edges blurred, brightness multiplied where it
She came here because movement felt better than stillness. Metal under her boots. Cold railings. Light cutting through the dark like a reminder, not an invitation. This place isn’t loud. It hums. Old air, industrial echoes, the kind of space
The music is still ringing somewhere behind her.Not loud anymore — just a dull echo that follows her down the hallway. The party room was full. Too full.Laughing, hands on shoulders, drinks that kept being refilled even when nobody really
The pretzel stand was already open when she passed by. Red doors, dark wood, the quiet routine of a winter morning. She bought one, warm enough to fog the paper for a second, and ate it slowly while standing nearby.
We tried to be festive. Until the cats chose chaos… Between fairy lights, wrapping paper, and countless curious paws, we celebrate Christmas the way it’s always been in Cats Hollow: cozy, full of love — and never entirely without chaos.