nervous

The cat is sitting upon the window sill, tentatively watching the snow fall roughly to the ground. She is nervous. She cranes her neck to look at me, her ear twitches. Looking outside once more, she watches again the snow that batters the earth. Her head moves as she watches, horrified. She no longer sees the bush that should be outside the window, a common sight of hers. Her ear flicks back again and she breathes loudly.