It not Winter, Mama.

We cats need the warm. Especially me. The loud thing in window that make cold is infuriating. Why does Mama and Not the Mama think it December? That thing is evil. I think it must be alive because it make sounds like He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. I touched it once. To try to stop it. When Mama was downstairs. I touched it with my left paw. Stop, I said! Enough! Be nice to other animals living in this house. And it growl louder. Like it could attack. I ran away so fast I hit my head on door. It hurt. Mama save me right in time. She save me by opening door. She lock me in during morning time because she know I need alone space for mental health. She nice. But I need plan to make it move out.