Snow Cat

Yes, a story.

Richard the Lionheart was king at the time of the Snow Cat.
One day, a blizzard struck England, London. Lady Ella was on her horse, riding along to home. Then, the sun darkened and snow and hail came whizzing down.
"God's wrath will ruin us!" Called her riding partner, Lady Lucy. She urged her horse to gallop home, but Lady Ella was holding Lucy's hand tight.
"Mabye, we can find a cottage and ask the owner if we may stay there." She said. Then, a light blinked in the distance. Lady Ella smiled and looked at Lady Lucy.
"Look, a cottage!" She said. She tapped the horse’s side twice with her foot and they galloped towards the light.
Lady Lucy sighed, but followed Lady Ella.
At the cottage, Lady Ella asked her friend to get off her horse and knock.
Lucy was her Maid and best friend. Lucy had once saved Ella, dearest to the king, and was made Lady Lucy.
Lucy hopped down from her horse and knocked at the door. A man opened it a crack and said: "Who's 'ere?"
"Lady Lucy and Lady..." Lucy started.
"Let me guess, you are lady Lucy and this lady on the Horse is Lady. What’s 'er name? Ah, Lady Ella!" He smiled, "Pleased to meet you both! Now, who’d 'wnt."
"Never mind. I would rather be in the grave of a peasant the stay with a man who speaks slang." Lady Ella sighed, "Come Lucy, lets go home unless some other cottage appears."
Lady Lucy climbed onto her horse as the man closed the door. The were about to trot off when...
"Meow!" A helpless cry came from the front of Lady Lucy's Horse. Lady Ella's eyes opened wide. She jumped off her horse and gave him five pats on her side.
There, in front of Lady Lucy's horse, was a terror stricken kitten.
"There there, little one. You must belong to that man in the cottage! Lets see you..." Lady Ella was going to say home, but a scream filled the area. It came from the attic of the cottage.
"God took another human from the storm. Lady... LOOK OUT!" Lady Lucy screamed. A body came out of the Attic window. It was the Man at the door. He had fallen out of the window. In his potato coat, he froze to death.
"Lets return him. FAST." Lady Lucy said, scared. But Lady Ella Gave the Kitten to Lucy and dug a two foot hole in the ground, in an Hour. She plopped the man in and threw handfuls of snow into the pit. That took Ten minutes. She said a few pairs and got on her horse.
"What was that?" Lady Lucy asked.
"I burred the man and said the prayers the man who hosted my grandmothers funeral said." Lady Ella smiled. She took the kitten and jumped off. She went to the Cottage door and knocked.
A Man in blue answered.
"Yes?" He said.
"We found this kitten outside and wondered if it was yours." Lady Ella said, "I am Ella and that is my good friend, Lucy. We are courtiers of the King. May we please stay the night?" Lady Ella said. The Man at the door was shocked.
"Do come in, I will take care of the horses. My name is George. My father stumbled out attic window, I saw a pair of very nice Ladies burry him." George smiled at Lady Ella. But Lady Lucy turned and ran to George.
"You're alive! Dear, people told me you were dead. Remember me, Honey? Its Lucy!" Lucy was hugging George.
"Lucy? You're LADY Lucy? Honey, I'm alive and well." George was so happy. Lucy was his wife. She had been forced to marry the one she loved at 16. Now, at 19, she hadn’t seen him for 2 years, until now. Lady Ella smiled at the couple. Lucy had told her of George before, but she never thought he was real. Just then, a Kitten started to purr. It sang a tune, like one never herd before.
"My little Snow Cat. You brought my friend to her husband. That’s all I could ask." Ella smiled and snuggled the cat. Then, the hail stopped and the snow stopped. The sun came in and melted the snow. Lady Ella smiled and called her horse.
She jumped on and rode to town.
Ella never saw Lucy again. When she was in her old days, she got very ill. People said she had a plague. Black death. One day, a letter came her way. It was from Lucy
"My dear friend:
I am sorry I never sent you a letter before. George and me had a child a year after you left and we have been very busy. I am fine and George is good. Our little Tom is doing great. Thank you for all your help and for you're friendship.
Lots of love, Lucy"
The letter said. Ella smiled and breathed in her last breath, just happy to know Lucy was okay, and went to sleep.

The snow cat dies 16 years after Ella had found her. Ella loved her cat and had proper funeral for her. Snow Cat's name never changed from Snow Cat. But she was often called Snow. Sweet snow.

(Note: story not true.)