Scooter's face in the window

Most mornings I bike off to work and the last thing I see when I look
back at the house is Scooter watching from the upstairs window. I have
a cat perch on the window and that one is used almost exculsively by
Scooter, so I see that little black tuxedo face watching me pedal away
down the block.

It's one of his favorite spots. The others like to watch out the back
of the house overlooking the backyard, and I understand that because
they get to see more birds and squirrels and such, but Scooter came
off the street so I guess he remembers walking around out there. I
don't let him out anymore because that street is pretty dangerous; he
can go out the back with the others because I have it fenced in. But
the front of the house is still his main concern.

On Monday, August 4, 2014 8:09:00 AM UTC-5, dgk wrote:
Most mornings I bike off to work and the last thing I see when I look

back at the house is Scooter watching from the upstairs window. I have

a cat perch on the window and that one is used almost exculsively by

Scooter, so I see that little black tuxedo face watching me pedal away

down the block.



It's one of his favorite spots. The others like to watch out the back

of the house overlooking the backyard, and I understand that because

they get to see more birds and squirrels and such, but Scooter came

off the street so I guess he remembers walking around out there. I

don't let him out anymore because that street is pretty dangerous; he

can go out the back with the others because I have it fenced in. But

the front of the house is still his main concern.

Felix spent a lot of time on window sills while he was transitioning to being an indoor cat. It was as though he could do something about maurading dogs and other cats if he were there. Toci

On 8/4/2014 9:09 AM, dgk wrote:
Most mornings I bike off to work and the last thing I see when I look
back at the house is Scooter watching from the upstairs window. I have
a cat perch on the window and that one is used almost exculsively by
Scooter, so I see that little black tuxedo face watching me pedal away
down the block.

It's fun, isn't it? When I still lived in an apartment in west
Tennessee (ground floor, they were all ground floor in that apartment
complex) Persia would sit on the windowsill when it was time for me to
come home. It was quite endearing to see her sitting there. My [then]
neighbor even commented on how her little boy loved to see her in that
window.

Jill