The Tortoise Cat takes her Big One for a territorial stroll and bug hunt.
Tortoise Cat dances into a blur
Tortoise Cat: Chameleon, my paws snowy and icy! The Big One let me outside without the string, because I won't step off the cement. But I slipped.
Chameleon: Dance it off, Tortoise Cat, then rush back inside and flop next to the radiator.
Tortoise Cat: Raccoons were here. Did you smell their clan's messages? The Big One noticed their prints. That's how I tumbled into the snow. I was reading what those Raccoons had to say.
Chameleon: I heard, saw and smelled one visiting Raccoon family late last night, as they foraged while temperatures were still above freezing. You were napping soundly all the while, Tortoise Cat.
Tortoise Cat: Those Raccoons must be napping again, now that the air has chilled.
Chameleon: Tortoise Cat, today our Raccoon neighbors are back in their secret-places, deeper asleep than a cat-nap.
