I woke up with a start. I nearly fell out of my bed, but I manage to grab on to my covers before I hit the floor. I smoothed down my orange and white tabby fur before making up my bed and turning the lamp on. I peer through the window. I saw the neighborhood vandals egging a house with their dog, Tiger. Tiger was a huge dog with orange fur and a lighter underbelly. He had dark tabby stripes on his back, ears, tail, and paws. I ducked out of the way as he sent his sneering green gaze in my direction. In his huge paw he held a carton filled to the brim with white, delicate eggs. He grabbed one and hurled it through the air. It landed right on the car. I winced as the alarm blared, and they retreated. Mr. Shackles leapt through his door. He shook his fist, and I giggled. He was going to spend a lot of time cleaning the eggs off his house and car.
I pulled on my favorite hoodie – orange, white stripes – and began to walk down the hall. My Dad was still asleep; he worked late, and I was normally home alone from 6:00 AM to 3:00 PM. I pulled my hood on to hide my sad green eyes. My Dad barely spoke to me. His name was Erin Claus. He was a friendly chap. Tall, brown hair, boring blue eyes. I opened the fridge and pulled out the milk. I grabbed a box of Kitty Krunch, my favorite cat food. I poured the food into my bowl then poured a glass of milk. As I ate, I could hear Dad running around in his room, grabbing his shirt and tie and pants. He ran down the hall and grabbed an orange. "Morning, Tangy," he panted. "Morning Erin," I say through a mouthful of Kitty Krunch. "I won't be able to eat with you this morning." He said, peeling the orange. He shoved it in his mouth, chewed, then swallowed. "Don't forget to brush your teeth," I called to him as he turned the corner and ran down the hall. I sighed. Sure, I had friends. But they all lived far from my house, and I don't normally walk that much since I'm at home, taking care of the house while Dad works for like, a million hours. "Tangy, can you water the plants and mow the lawn?" Dad asked, brushing his teeth. Tangy was my nickname. It was short for Tangerine. "Sure Dad." I replied, popping a crumb of Kitty Krunch in my mouth. "Thanks, Tangy," He quickly stuffed his supplies in his suitcase, straightened his tie, then began to head for the door. He bumped into the couch, which stuck out like a sore thumb. "Curse this stupid couch!" He spat, giving it a kick. I laughed. "Love you, Tangy," he called. "I'll be back around 4:00."
"In the evening?"
"No, in the morning." The door slammed shut. Well, that was a normal morning for me. Now that you know a bit about me, we'd better get to the more interesting parts.