My daughter’s got a new kitten. It’s the cutest ever.
It’s still only a bairn. Too small to go outside, but old enough to run around and tear up the house.
Everytime the back door opens it sprints to the doorstep.
It can smell the garden. It knows it’s different and its interested in the outdoor world’s possibilities.
But when it get to the doorstep it pauses, looks around for my daughter, then runs back inside.