One of the neighbours has a half-grown cat called Misty who likes to come around and stare at me through the window while I’m working:

One cannot leave the window open and unattended.

Much staring. Sad cat staring.

She doesn’t like it when I try to close the window, and sits and cries.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the kitchen table, one of the resident household gods emits small snores:

“Don’t wake me, monkey, I’m busy.”