Every morning I wake up at 6am and am greeted by my kneeding cat Hugo, who couldn't wait for breakfast and his morning strolll on the balcony. It had snowed the other night and he wasnt familiar with the white, cold stuff yet but eager to go out into the freezing air. While I prepared coffee a loud scratching noise appeared and I went to the door. There he was, clinging to the door, looking tense as if almost falling back into the unknown and begging to come inside...which he did.