The cool breeze of the wind felt good against the dark fur of the Grinch. His yellow eyes surveying the area around him. Lately he had found himself outside more and more often. The dark feli wasn't sure why but he was starting to almost like the outdoors. Of course he knew that nothing was perfect, and what lurked in the air could be something the feli despised.

Rising to his haunces he started to walk along the line of the feli house. Keeping to the shadows he stayed out of the light of the sun. He seemed to be looking for someone.

Whoever he was looking for he hoped to find soon. Finally he came to the porch. Stepping onto it he found a comfortable seat in the shadows waiting