I’ve been sitting here on the couch, working on my research paper, for an hour or so.
Duchess has spent the entire time stretched out on the floor, dozing in the kind of comfort that only a cat can achieve.
A few minutes ago, she suddenly woke up, stretched, and ambled over to the window. I thought she was going to go check out the wildlife and see if there were any birds.
But no, she didn’t take up her normal bird-watching stance. For bird-watching she sits directly in front of the window, where she gets a maximum angle on the outside view. Now, she’s sitting off to the side of the window, and looking specifically up the street.
I glanced up at the clock, and then I understood.
It’s about time for The Director to get home. She’s waiting for her boy.