Cinda came downstairs to make breakfast, and frowned at seeing her back door open. She was certain that she had closed it last night. Though perhaps not, she had gone to be really late and been very tired.
After seeing the back log of work, she had from her two weeks off work. Cinda had chosen to stay up and try and get some of it done, which she had. About half of it was attended to and completed now, and she would get the rest done today, so she was completely caught up.
She put Smokey down and fed her. There were no signs of an intruder, so she shrugged it off as being just too tired, she must just have forgotten to close it and lock up last night.
She was sitting on the kitchen counter eating her breakfast when there was a knock on her back door, she leaned over, looked to see who i
