Cat's-Eye View

The cat purrs and lets the girl rub him on his furry head. That feels so good! But soon he's had enough and he jumps to the windowsill.

He crouches and leaps down to the windowsill on the floor below, not frightened at all of the distance or the possibility of falling. With a tail and a keen sense of balance, falling is not even a possibility that crosses his mind. On this floor lives the old man who sometimes has a bit of tuna fish in a can for him.

Another leap and he's at the second floor, and then an easy drop to the stone surface of the courtyard. Here he can go down the corridor and wait for somebody to open up the strange metal box, where if you wait inside a few minutes, when you come out again you're in a different place.

He sniffs around the courtyard. No birds today. Maybe he should slip down the gutter and squeeze through the crack in the wall that takes him to the basement, where his mate stays now nursing her kittens.