Gracie was cold outside.
(She can't come in because she does not respect the carpet.)
I made her a house out of an upside down box and put her favorite fuzzy blanket inside.
She was grateful.
I know this for a fact.
How do I know?
Because the next morning, there was a dead rat lying belly-up in the flowerbed by my front door.
Now that's gRATitude for ya.