A day in the life of my cat

After having spent an enormous amount of time in order to come up with someone to describe I decided to narrate the everyday hardships of my cat, Scarlet. Being an outdoor feline with more than five years’ worth of experience in a continental climate she is used to cold winters and hot summers. Just like all cats she enjoys to sleep up to 16 hours a day. Therefore her day normally starts at dawn as a result of the annoyingly barking neighbor’s dog, causing her and everybody else in the neighborhood to wake up. After eating a nutritious breakfast, in our tool shed, consisting of cat food topped off, with whatever is about to go bad in our fridge, Scarlet continues with what might seem like her only object, besides living as comfortable as possible, getting into the house. Every family member, as well as all the strangers that ever stood on our doorstep, had to watch out for the black ball of fur. Being a sly feline specimen and considering the simple country folk all around her, she always manages to get into the house somehow. Once inside, Scarlet’s only desire is to find the only thing that the outside world cannot provide, a warm and comfortable bed where she sleeps, undiscovered due to her camouflaging fur pattern.