Soaking it all in

I’ve become a window watcher. I’m one of those folks who stares out the front window of my home each day just to see what is going on in my neighborhood.  Isn’t there a Hitchcock movie about this? My home office is set up in front of the two large windows in the living room. When I’m seated at my desk, I can glance out the window and see what’s going on. My window watching habit started off with the right intentions. You see, I have an old cat. She is 100 percent deaf. Can’t hear a dang thing! Zilch! Her name is Priscilla. But I call her Prissy (because she is). She is a polydactyl, which is a fancy way of saying she is a Hemingway cat, which is a fancy way of saying she has extra toes on her two front paws. In fact, her two front paws look like boxing gloves! Prissy has done well in settling into her new surroundings since the move. But she has always like being outside throughout the day. Mostly just watching the birds and sleeping under the covered driveway or shade tree. At our pre