Admit it, this thought (or a variation of it) has crossed your mind at least once on a chilly Autumn night. Seriously, the days can range from tolerably chilly to bright and sunny. But once that sun falls, into the ice bucket we go.
Our narrator is a cat, ladies and gentlemen.
Also, now that I’ve got better tools, I’m going to be doing some more experimenting with the art style. The thin line look was a bit too flat for me.