Monday, October 22, 2007
the window
We have a cat. His name is Charlie. He enjoys sleeping, resting, cuddling, laying on the couch, relaxing, lounging, not moving, and looking out windows. It's this last one I want to address. Charlie can often be found sitting in front of the sliding glass door making little noises at any bugs or birds he sees (or thinks he sees). Well, this morning Lea wakes me up and says, "there's a cat outside the sliding glass window and he and Charlie are meowing at each other." Sure enough...he's sitting right inside the glass door and this other cat is right outside. But they weren't meowing in a mean way...Charlie's about the nicest cat in the world - I think he is part Golden Retriever! Anyway, it was more like "hi" and "can I give you a cat hug" kind of meows. The other cat eventually left...I think Charlie was bummed. So I got out a stuff cat, which Charlie actually seemed interested in for a few seconds but then he figured out this cat wasn't quite as animated as the one outside. The End
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