There’s something romantic about a cat in the window, especially in the fall when it’s already somewhat melancholy. Maybe that’s just a Seattle thing since the fall is notoriously grey and rainy. I can’t help but feel the twinge of loneliness that I imagine comes from sitting in the window watching the world go by. We’ve gotten to know the cats in the neighborhood – looking for the familiar, occupied cat towers and window sill perches as we walk. Sometimes they notice us, making eye contact and even letting out a meow of acknowledgement every now and then. Other times they are too caught up in watching something that I can’t see or are deep in sleep with their back curled towards the window. They are all beautiful, unique, and, best of all, loved by their parents. Why else would they be given the prime spot in the window with their own seat and an extra blanket?