Shadow moved in with my other cat, Angie, and me in early December. We were already well into a long, fierce winter. In her previous home in assisted living, with my mom, the windows were never open.
Jump ahead to this week. Two days ago, the window washers came. Yesterday, I put the screens in and opened the windows of my Abbey for the first time in months. Angie and I spent a lot of time in the sunroom, enjoying the day’s sunshine and warm breezes. For us, it was a pleasant return to summer.
But for Shadow, it was a miracle. I watched her face the first time she jumped onto a window sill. Her eyes grew wide, as if she was thinking, I didn’t know these windows opened. She was mesmerized by the out of doors, as she moved from window to window, checking out the different views. Her cat senses couldn’t get enough of the sights, sounds, aromas, and feelings of a perfect early summer day.
Thanks to Shadow’s feline joy, I appreciated the first open-window day of the season more than I can ever remember. To quote a neighbor, the weather could stay like this all year long, and it would be fine with me.