There is something satisfying to me seeing a cat looking out a window at something, or at nothing. It suggests an interest in things, though, I suppose, it might also be simple ennui. But much of the time, when I see the beasts peering out a window, they are observing things, people walking by, leaves blown by the wind, a dog in a window across the street. I think it means involvement, engagement in one’s surroundings. It’s why I try to encourage my cats to look and see. Brazil and Valkyrie, shown here, are the most observant of my gang, while Indigo is the least. Sable, of course, is in a class of her own, still having much to learn about the inside, never mind seeing what’s outside.
Eventually, I hope, I will see all of them at different times at the windows, looking, seeing and enjoying.
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