The way a cat finds joy

looking out a window,

her vision flitting from street to tree to bird,

and to the inside, the room that is her home,

her sister cat, her big tabby brother.

Finally her golden gaze alights on me.

Much is said in that brief contact.

Recognition as family.

As she-who-feeds.

As the odd, big species that pets her.

A blink of love,

then back to the window

and kitty dreams.