Since she was a kit, little Willow always sat on the windowsill, yearning to see the outside world for herself. Her brother, Toby, on the other hand, was absolutely apposed to it. He loved being inside. "Go ahead. Become a fat old lazy cat! When I'm out there, living the life, don't come crying to me for escape." She ranted day in and day out about how she will come up with a plan to get out. But can she really do it? Is the outside world meant for her?