Lucy woke up at scratching on the door. Jumping out of her bed, still in her bright yellow pajamas, she realized that it was 5:30 in the morning. Who would be here at this hour? But when she opened the door, it was only a tiny black cat. It's golden eyes were wide and friendly. Despite being allergic, Lucy was a cat lover and her allergies luckily weren't deadly or anything. Opening the door wider, she felt warmth for the cat immediately as it stepped inside, looking nervous. Lucy waited for a while, and the cat didn't decide to leave, so she closed the door and imagined taking this small puff ball in. It was adorable and seemed at home right away, curled up on the mat. Lucy smiled. She would take the cat in.
This is the end! I'm lazy. :3
Furever
No really
If you don't know the black cat myth you should? I dunno use google.com or something.
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Death On The Doorstep
General FictionWhen a girl named Lucy finds a black cat at her door, things begin to change. Updated never.
