A lovely day to sit in front of the window, watch the birds and read, Beloved declared. And so that’s what we did. Reading, writing, marking and commenting while the four-footed one frolicked happily on the floor. That is until Beloved went to see what he was going to cook and opted to make a fast run to the store for much-needed ingredients etc. He took the four-footed one with him leaving me to carry on where I wast.
A few birds decided to perch on the windowsill near me which is when I noticed it. Not at first, at first I simply enjoyed the antics of the birds. But I noticed that there was something a bit off about one of the birds, something not right with its feathers, I had assumed. Until I looked more closely and realized that seemed like a set of messed up feather was in fact a smear on my window.
After more inspection I realized that the smear was on the inside of the window and it wasn’t alone. The whole window from the bottom to a certain height was covered with smears, whorls and odd marks. And just above that height was what appeared to be the dried remnants of a spray. Upon closer inspection the odd marks appeared to be very closely matched to someone’s nose. A specific someone in the house who is vertically challenged and happens to have paws.
Now for the record, I have never seen the four-footed one at this window. Sure it stands to reason that when the blinds are up she’d be intrigued by the sights out of that window. I just haven’t seen her there. When he returned, Beloved assured me that she likes that window. She likes to bark at the various sights and since the window is rather long as well as tall she has an incredible line of sight. So when she barks, she is right near the window. She also likes to press her nose on the window he said. And the whorls? Her tongue he said with the tone of a man in the know who was also a man getting ready to wash the inside of the windows.