The Old Cat Lady

So, I am taking a fiction writing class and I am finally giving you guys something new to read. We have to do exercises to strengthen us as writers, so I will start posting them here. Hope you like!

    A fur covered, floral-print couch was against the south wall of the room; a black and white ball of fluff was seated on the arm rest with closed eyes and purring contentedly. A woman’s robe was thrown over the other arm rest of the couch. An afghan was tucked neatly over the back of the couch and down behind the worn cushions which were now almost flat from over-use.
    A rocking chair was to the right of the couch, the worn wood looking as though it would fall apart if one were to sit upon it. A wicker basket was on the floor next to the rocker. Yarn balls, knitting needles, and a half-finished scarf were it’s contents. The tail of the scarf was hanging over the edge of the basket and a small, calico kitten was batting at it with an arched back.
    The wood coffee table was right in front of the couch, a plate of what was once moist cat food was placed there, along with an ashtray littered with cigarette butts and ashes, another unfinished knitting project, a bible and a remote control. The legs of the coffee table had deep scratch marks in them from where the cats had sharpened their claws.
    Across from the coffee table was a dresser with a small television set on top of it which was turned to the Christian channel. Dust was collected on the television and the dresser. A drawer on the dresser was open, revealing an old photo album, a letter opener and a pile of envelopes from bill collectors. In front of the dresser was a plate of dry cat food with a Siamese cat eating from it.
    The room’s occupants were surrounded by pink floral wallpaper which was beginning to peel off of the walls from age. The pink of the flowers were becoming more of an orange from collected nicotine.     A wide window was on the East wall, long yellowing lace curtains which touched the floor were hanging from a bent metal curtain rod. The window was open, letting in the linger scent of roses from a rose bush planted just outside the window, along with a soft, summer breeze.
    The floor was covered in a light blue carpet. Cat hair was clinging to the carpet. Clumps of hair were forming in the corners of the room. A few catnip toys were scattered across the floor and a cat post was in the far, North-East corner of the room, another calico cat was perched on the middle ledge.

Author's Note

For this one, we were supposed to describe a person based on their surroundings. Care to let me know how I did?

Reviews

[WayOath]

Wow, damn girl, you certainly got detail down. Care to let you know how you did? Yea man, it's like a scene frozen in time on there's a pan around the room. It's like you're watching a mobile painting. It really is capturing.

How are you doing in your class cause...damn...this s**t is wow....