Ah, nostalgia.
Once again, she was being sarcastic. The straws on her camel's back were dangerously close to breaking about now, and Kitty's self-preservation instinct was becoming stronger. Some things were not worth this much pain. Now, which option caused more?
Kitty spent the day in pajamas, which didn't bother her too much. If she wasn't going out, where were the need for clothes? Trying to put a positive spin on everything, she came up with a mental list of things to do after accomplishing the tasks he requested of her, assuming there were any. For instance, she decided to make a bit of art with the remainder of dog food—which was running dangerously low by this point. That venture actually took up a lot of her free time, but by around four, a semi-accurate floor plan of the house made from crunchies sat atop the table. She admired it for a moment before begrudgingly having to replace it into the bag and clean the table.
She went back to her room after that, watching things outside the window and absentmindedly humming a tune she knew. Kitty noticed she hadn't spent a lot of time observing the darkness as it dawned recently. So caught up in daily life, she'd almost forgotten the simplicity of having nothing. Sunsets were quite nice, after all. It continued to keep her mind off of everything else.