Kathryn

you yawn as you sleepily mutter curses while you tie on your bathrobe. something was scratching at the door, so you grab a broom and open the door. the clock strikes midnight as you see a bright red cat sitting on your doorstep. the cat cocks its head at you. you frown in disgust and shoo it away with your broom. it runs away, and you go back to sleep.