My new foster-cat, Parker, enjoys looking out windows. In this, he is certainly not unique and, in fact, he may not care for looking out windows more than many of his fellow felines. But he does like having a window handy for when the desire strikes him.
When he first came to live with me, Parker was sequestered in the library pending the start of his integration. He still spends the night there and stays in there while I am absent. The room has a nice window, with a short bookcase under it for his convenience. I don’t think he knew what the window was at first. He may have considered it just a source of light, as he didn’t want to look out of it; I had to put him on the bookcase a couple of times before he realised that he had a room with view. Now, he can be found there, and at other windows, from time to time.
But just in case you think he always looks like a sleek forest animal, I’ll include this photograph.