Figgy's perch

Our study, windowed all around, juts out from the house, an extension, overlooking the dirt parking area below. We've got a chair pushed into the corner near the window for reading. Fitz likes to jump up in it and rest while we're in here.

We noticed the blinds near the chair were bent out of shape after we'd leave the house to make trips, so we started leaving them pulled up a little for him.

Now, when we pull in and are walking back up the driveway we can glance up to catch his tiny black head and big Triscuit ears taking up space in the window, watching. As we're about to pass out of view the blinds and curtain move a little and his shape vanishes.

He's at the door, waiting.