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The Cat And The Open Door

I’m sitting on my deck.

As I look at the sliding glass door I see my cat inside the house sitting in front of the door.

So I get up to open the door and let him out.

But once the door is open he just sits there and I’m left holding the door. He sits, he deliberates, sniffs the air and then he finally walks out.

Fast forward ten minutes.

The cat is back at the door. This time on the outside looking in. I get up to open the door.

When the door is open again the cat sits there, sniffs the doorframe and then looks up at me as if to say “why did you open the door?”

He turns away from the door and back onto the deck to do important cat things.

Fast forward three minutes.

The cat is back at the door. Once again I get back up and open it.

This time after a few sniffs and a few looks the cat walks inside. I sit back down.

Fast forward a minute and a half later.

The cat is back at the door.

And I don’t get back up to open the door. (I finally learn my lesson.)

It’s not that the cat wants the door open so he can go in or out.

The cat wants the door open so that he can have the possibility of going in or out, whenever he wants to. 


TheNote_coverI’ve published another short story – this time a romance story – called The Note. It’s about a woman named Julie who is navigating the dating world, while contending with her mischievous cat, Minx.

It’s currently available on Amazon as an ebook. It can also be read (for free) through Kindle Unlimited or borrowed (for free) if you have Amazon Prime.

If you read it and like it, please consider leaving a review. That helps to make it more visible to other readers who may like it. Thanks! Description and links below.


Julie wakes up expecting to find it on her bedside table, but it’s not there.
Maybe it’s lying on top of the other pillow?
Did it fall on the floor?
Not there either.
Oh well, it doesn’t matter anyway.
Does it?

Available on:


Amazon UK

The Cat And The Closed Door

This is why I love cats:

Suppose there is a closed door in your house. One that is always closed. 

Maybe it’s a closet filled with junk and dangerous stuff, a bedroom that is off limits for some reason or the entrance to a scary basement or other storage-y type space. 

Anytime you move towards that door to open it, the cat will be right with you trying to get in. The more dangerous and creepy it is the better. 

And then it becomes a Herculean task to keep the cat out of the door while you do what you need to do. 

Then suppose the door to this closed room is now permanently open. You cleaned out the closet, made the bedroom on limits and made your basement less scary. 

At first, the cat will be right there feeling triumphant. 

“Haha!” your cat will cry out. “I can now enter the door anytime I want!”

And then, as the door remains open…

The cat will not give a damn about it. 

This is just a quick announcement to let you know that I published a new short story called Father McMahon’s Confession. It’s a horror/suspense story about a priest who must prepare for the arrival of a demon. It’s really short – about 1100 words (around 4 pages) and is currently available as an e-book on Amazon for 99 cents. (It will be available on other retailers shortly.)

If you read it and like it, consider leaving a review, which would be really helpful (on Amazon and/or any other place you might leave a book review). Thanks a lot. 🙂


Father McMahon has precisely fifteen minutes.

That’s when the demon will come.

He must gather up all his strength, along with the most powerful holy instruments, in order to confront it. And when it arrives, he will face his most important test yet.

A confession.

Father McMahon’s Confession is available on:


Quote – “Even the most primitive…”

“Even the most primitive societies have an innate respect for the insane,” the Motorcycle Boy answered.

From Rumble Fish, by S. E. Hinton

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