The Open Door Policy
Always close the door before leaving!
The kitten squeaked out a yawn as she sat on her little bed, observing the room. Her gaze, as usual, fell upon the open door. Her owner was constantly scolding her about how she should never leave the house, and how she already had everything she needed there. Still… She always wondered what was out there. What if it was something amazing that the owner didn’t want her to see? She’d sometimes seen other cats walking outside through the window. Think of the smells! After a moment of thought, she rose… then began striding towards the door.
About the Creator
Jessica Phoenix
I like to dig deep into things and find out their true meanings, and while I don't always succeed, it's exhilarating to try.
I write for challenges sometimes, but you'll also find me writing little stories for fun.
❤️Skating❤️
❤️Singing❤️
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I'm very proud of this story because it gives me an opportunity to demonstrate the love I have for cats while at the same time letting others know anyone can write a story- it doesn't have to be good.