[she notices the start, can figure what it was probably about. they don't have too many mutual acquaintances who had extensive treehome experience, after all. but Nepeta lets it die, instead scratching her cheek idly as she gives the tree a thoughtful look]

Yeah, it's starting to get purretty cold even fur me. I purromised a furiend that when it got supurr wintery I'd move back into the MAC fur a little while, but I guess I'm kind of lazy about it. I keep thinking that it'll get better soon, heehee.