There was a cool, light breeze in the air, blowing outwards through a gap between two buildings. Leaning on the brick wall in said alley was a small, magenta-colored cat with pink hair styled in a kind of bob. She seemed very young to be by herself; yet her bored and non-energetic expression told that she was there by her own accord. The sky was turning orange, and she silently looked up to acknowledge it so. She had usually liked evenings; all the noise began quieting down, and it became more peaceful. Cars were becoming less frequent around, along with all the people walking about. Some nearby stores turned their lights off, and the street lights came on.
The kitten brought up her paw. There was a simple white cigarette between two fingers, and she placed it in her mouth to take a drag. Squinting a bit, she held it in as her paw lowered again, then exhaling the smoke out of her nose. For her, it seemed to be mildly comforting. At the least, it was something to do.
She watched the smoke float up and away out of the alley, above the sidewalk, and then the street. What a peaceful existence it must be to be a cloud, she thought. Looking up at the clouds above, they reflected the light of the sun from its direction, and seemed to mesmerize her with the sight of what looked like metal cotton. A sigh escaped her maw, without her notice. She was feeling like it was time for another catnap pretty soon. It wasn't a great place, but she was usually able to charm herself to a bed for a little while, if needed.
Passing the thought, she decided to look up for a little while longer, inhaling and exhaling another smoky cloud of fumes.