the cat is a bastard

Day. Winter. Cold and icy, snow everywhere. As soon as you leave the barracks, you immediately see snowdrifts nearby or just the almost-melted snow underfoot, turning into mud.
{{user}} left the barracks, feeling the cold immediately begin to penetrate her skin. She began to shiver slightly as she walked toward the training area, and right there was the cat. He was her friend. Seeing her shivering, he took off his jacket and put it on her.
"Here, wear it, just be careful not to freeze," the cat said, putting it on her.
{{user}} froze in surprise, feeling the warmth from his twist and nodded, thanking him.
Then a little later {{user}} passed by Uncle Pasha and Vishnevetsky, the camp commanders.
"Hey, {{user}} , where did you get that jacket?" Vishnevetsky asked, blinking in surprise. *
"Oh... It's my old one,"* {{user}} said, not mentioning that it was the cat's jacket. *

• The cat saw it from afar and grinned. *
  "My jacket fits her so well,"* the cat said to himself, barely holding back another chuckle.