The portal...

I decided to explore the bit in between all rooms again.

I came to the special door.

I was sure I'd seen it before, but couldn't remember.

I was in a state of wonder.

What could be behind it?

A magical land?

A world full of toona?

A labyrinth of moving red dots?

Bowl after bowl of chicken biscuits?

Fellow cats riding tiny horses into battle?

I meowed at my hooman to come and assist me urgently - to grant me entry to the magic portal.

I meowed and meowed and meowed.

I yowled.

Finally he heeded my call.

And with a cry of 'Alright, I'll open it!' he showed me the world within.

There were lots of plastic bags.

I sniffed the bottom shelf, then walked away.

 

 


 

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