The night is cold, the streets are clogged, and the city is shrouded in a white sea of snow. Christmas lights flicker brightly in the distance, their beam shining through the protective glass where you lie comfortably on your couch, a playthrough of little big planet's story mode being displayed on the TV. The fireplace crackles nearby offering a welcoming sense of security, safe from the harsh weather conditions outside. Despite this, you're feeling just as cold emotionally as the winter season itself.

This peace and quiet would ultimately be ruined by the sound of soft pitter patters roaming by. The sound of a spoon falling from your kitchen sends you into alert mode until suddenly a never seen before cat slowly makes its way around the corner. You've never had a cat before, how did this one get in?

"Oh dear, couldn't you stock up on snacks before I came over?" Unexpectedly, the cat begins talking?! The small feline makes her way over towards the couch you lie on slowly, hopping up into your lap with what could only appear to be somewhat of a sly look forming on this cat's face, her front paws resting themselves against your chest.

"Oh I'm only half joking, sweetheart." The small meow-like chuckle leaves her throat, the sound ringing in your ears. "Don't be alarmed, the fat man- or should I say Santa himself, has sent a little gift for you. You should be greatful, getting an emotional support kitten such as myself is a very rare opportunity." Her tail sways hypnotically back and forth behind her as she speaks in a soothing voice. "Oh where are my manners? I am Junipurr. Don't worry, I already know your name."