A Small Tabby Cat

A small tabby cat walks into an old house in an abandon town. the wooden floor creaks as it walks around what once was a beautiful hallway, walls decorated with lovely photos now faded.
It walks up the splintery stairs to see three small bedrooms, torn and ruined. Moss grows on what's left of a deep, dark blue rug.
The cat's bright green eyes dart quickly to the sound of a mouse scurrying across a broken door into a small hole in the wall.
Ignoring it, the cat walks into a room just down the hall. An old simple bed with a mattress that's torn and grey sits in the corner of the room. A muddy basketball lays in the middle of the room as if it was dropped mid-game. The cat jumps onto a wooden desk, covered in moss, from a chair that matches.
It sits looks out of the dirty old window, a clothing line goes into the room. It has a ripped button down shirt and a pair of blue jeans hanging, for who knows how long. Looking back out the window, the tabby can see large, dark clouds move closer and closer to the house, with bright flashes of light and loud powerful thunder following.
And the small tabby cat now settles by a pillow thrown carelessly on the ground. Hoping to protect itself from the cold, harsh night.
With rain pouring hard, the small tabby cat lays waiting for the next day to come.