Orange human

I was sitting by my favourite window - where the big, warm, white thing is - looking outside, when a strange human approached the front door.

He was covered in bright orange clothes.
He was a big orange man.

I kept watching him from the window.

My humans let him into the house.

I stared at him.

I saw he was carrying two things.
I saw my food in one of them.

Then he went.

I like the orange man.