Here is another photo Cordelia’s Mum opened up for bloggers use.
It’s always the same old view.
Trees and the top half a building showing a roof top, flanked by filly curtains.
I never know what is below those windows, what makes the noises that go by the house as by the time I get to my own, they’ve gone. I’m not allowed out you see.
What’s with the frosted glass on the lower half of the window anyway?
It keeps out a lot of light, and when it’s raining? Oh boy, it’s like the whole pane is crying.
Then there’s these things called ‘blinds’.
They see more than me don’t they, mind you they were fun sometimes when I got to play with those tassels, but Mom caught me once and now they’re out of my reach.
So every day, I sit here and look out of my half window at half a view, and understand fully about cats and curiosity.
Gotta go meow, time for my nap.