Dixie at the Door

Poor Dixie. She spent her first ten years in an apartment where she was free to come and go through the bedroom window at any time of day or night, whether or not her human was home. Then she was uncere­moniously moved to a place with no such amenities. She was now on the second floor—and all the windows had inconvenient screens. Her only recourse was a cat door. But alas, the concept was too much for her to master. You have to push with your head, and Dixie is strictly a paw-user. She can let herself in, but she can’t go out.

Fortunately Dixie lives in a climate where the cat door can be propped open almost every day of the year. This also allows her to sit at the door looking out, just as she does from the bedroom window. There’s always a view somewhere. Sometimes there are even birds.

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