Looking onto the window is one of my favorite pastimes when I am out for a walk; I am a window gazer not as a peeping tom but curious who will look out. There are many windows of different shapes and sizes, with blinds or drapes, plain or with iron grills. I often wonder if looking at a window, I can see a different world and a whole meaning will come without searching for it.
This window is fascinating for it changes continuously. I am beginning to think that the tenant is looking at me looking at the window. I’ve seen a person inside once before.
On a different day, the blue cat has a company, another beautiful cat with short fur and a long whisker. What happened to that hairless one? Maybe the bald cat is not allowed to catch the sunshine, or else it might get more wrinkles for lack of protection.
For most days, only the blue cat is on the window. I am beginning to miss not seeing the cats. Mind you, more cats are gazing out in the neighborhood to entertain me than people looking out of the window. When I look at humans looking out of the windows, most of them are elderly.