Long time that I hit the keyboard, paws seem a little slow over the keys. It is time I talk about my new throne. In actuality, a window sill, on which, when I sit, I feel I am surveying the world. This window opens horizontally and I sit on the open side, it feels like a seat has opened up only for me (which is the case) and so sitting on what feels like a throne I see my world. It is my room with a view.
Now, after I took ill and blah blah late 2017, I was kept indoors for various reasons. Can’t rummage through dust bins anymore and too much of chasing the bag guys is a no-no now. For all practical reasons, I am homebound now and quite okay with it really – because I have this fantastic room with a view.
This half window is cushioned up with lots of soft rugs, little pieces of cloth and what have you so that my lounge there is comfortable. And boy it is. Once, seated there, life is nothing short of that of royalty. Since the window is suspended in the air, I feel I am floating around. I smell the fresh air and feel the morning breeze against my cheeks. A tree resting close to the window sometimes dares to sway its leaves close to me but just about waves and swishes back.
since I live on the first floor, below, I can see people passing. Some look up and shout my name. Others just call me ‘pussy cat’ and I look down. People find it pleasantly funny to see me perched so comfortably on a window sill. Some tease me in the hope that I jump down but no, there is a net attached to the wall just outside the window. This net was recently pinned to guard against any eventuality. To tell you a secret I roll in my sleep and just so that if I roll, I do not fall right down, the net.
If I look straight at eye level, there is a cottage just a few metres away with a roof that hosts plenty of cats. Mostly, these fight or atleast snarl at each other. I enjoy a ringside view of cat life without having to be part of bloody battles.
The window does not belong to the room I am tucked in for the night. So around, dusk, I hop to my bedroom but the next morning, it is a dash to this window, even before the sun sheds a ray. That window sill is my world, my life.
Sunbathing is the ultimate experience at my window home. I often feel God rushes the sun rays on to my window with full gusto and I get a good tan, so to speak for an hour or two every morning. All cats love the sun and I am blessed to get the best of day’s catch.
Once the sun has kind of finished his job I jump on to a bed inside the room. I lunch and then snooze there for a while. Later afternoon I am back to my throne. The evening breeze is music to my cheeks and I like to watch the sun shed off its light little by little. I don’t let go of the throne till almost 10 pm when it is time for dinner and a good night’s sleep. But there is morning to look forward to and the blazing and beautiful son and my throne.
(As probably told to Rhea)
