It was finally summer.
Finally peace from the students that wreaked havoc in her school.
Finally time to take her own time for her leisure.
Meaning sleeping out before going to Privet Drive before checking in on Lily's son. Usually she had to get up long before breakfast was even served to do her daily check up, but now that there were no classes she could take all the time she wanted.
But now she had to get up and face her self proclaimed responsibilities.
A quick apparition and animagus shift later, was Little Whinging under the scrutinizing gaze of the feared tabby.
Every muggle living in that neighborhood knew better than to mess with her. Well apart from one, but she was better left ignored. She and the Kneazles she called her children.
Savages.
As long as she kept telling herself that it would all turn out fine.
It did in fact not turn out fine for one Minerva McGonagall that one summer day.
The driveway in front of number four was empty and was the perfect place for a nap. Minerva circled around and before letting her body drop on the asphalt.
She would first look around to see if she could see little Harry somewhere and after that she could take her catnap.
That was the plan, but alas the morning sun was bright and warm, and before long she was curled around herself. She wasn't asleep, yet, but the massive yawn that escaped her proved to be her undoing.
A quick nap wouldn't hurt, right?
She was asleep before she could stop herself. Curled around herself making a perfect circle, with her tail held carefully between her front paws.
Every sensible person would leave her alone.
Every cat lover would stop and take a picture, and maybe try to pet the sleeping tabby.
Even unsensible cat lovers would not dare to wake her from her slumber.
But not Petunia Dursley. Not her.
"Move it, you lazy animal! Go disturb someone else."
And without further ado Minerva was thrown away from the driveway, barely managing to land on all four paws.
There went her peaceful morning nap.