This morning when I opened the shutters had been snowing all. Cotton candy everywhere! The Signore told me that the little orange boy had to hunt in the middle of the road not yet traveled snowflakes in the snow and threw somersaults suggested. Of course I did not believe it. I
I looked up at midday in the garden, there stands a Christmas tree in front of the terrace which is equipped with candles for the first Advent. That's where it sat in the middle, the red fir kitten.
The pictures I unfortunately had to go through the disk, so the quality not particularly stunning. However, I would have opened the door he would have jumped safely from the tree - the fir hangover. 
Who above look closely you will notice that the pine cat is almost level with the bird house. Clever, the little one, at eye level with the flying delicacies. But do not worry, as fast as he can not be! 
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