Is this a good start for a story?

I looked up from my bed and saw the shadow. The same shadow that’s been on my ceiling for the past three nights, it resembled nothing in my room, which freaked me out a little, but causes no harm. I can’t help but wonder what it is, and why it has to be in my room. I have told no one, because it’s mine, and no one else’s. I feel like it’s a piece of me, yet I’ve never seen it in my life. It is shaped like an ordinary household cat, which we have never had. Of course I want one, but never would ask my parents, because they enforce rules that no one has ever heard of before. One being, that we must soak our feet in disinfectant and slip on socks, before we are allowed on the “Welcome” mat outside of our front door, so buying a cat would be completely unacceptable. The cat has short stubby ears, and a long curled tail. The only thing different about it is its nose. I can’t describe it except that it has the nose of an elephant, but with the grace and elegance with the long intense strides it seems to take, you don’t notice the nose because it has no meaning. The cat is beautiful in its own inspiring way, and that’s why I call it, Clea.