IN ONE WALL OF the room downstairs is a window. It’s covered by a shade most of the time. But every once in awhile, the shade will roll up and the window be lifted, and the cats can lie crouched in the air on carpeted stairs and watch the other world — the one they’ll never get to be in.
And then, when the dishes are done, the coffeepot set for the morning, the lights are turned down low and the window closes, the shade goes down, and the other world goes away for the night.
And the cats settle down to sleep.