A Cat May Look At A King
Newly restored to us after many catless months, Beppo and Zazou have blended seamlessly into their new environment and spend endless hours gazing out the window. The fact that this is a second story window doesn’t seem to bother them a bit, although since it’s the very window out of which we look as we sit at our computers, it tends to panic us a little. They look but a mouse click away from falling to their doom, but of course, they don’t fall, because they’re cats.
Zazou is particularly fearless, and skips lightly up to the roof outside the second story, where she’s perfectly color coordinated with the roof tiles. From that roof she can see the buildings across the garden from us
unless she decides, futile though it may be, to try to look out our bedroom window.
This is what we see in the early morning, but the view is forbidden to cats, because it’s the only window in the house that has no sill at all, and it’s on the third floor. Those are chalk cliffs in the background, not that cats give a rat sandwich about that, but they have an austere beauty that doesn’t lose its charm with the passing of the days.
If we could see just a little further, about 6 kilometers down the road to Penne, we’d see the remains of this chateau, thought to have been constructed in the year 545. It’s an instant antidote for feeling old, just thinking about something that’s been around since 545. This breaks my previous record for being in the presence of oldness, which was at this part of the monastery at Flavigny that was built about 200 years later.
Penne is also home to this beautiful house with which I fell immediately in love. Although it’s not for sale I covet it anyway, and it has a wonderful garden for cats. Perhaps some day we’ll live there, one never knows.
But for now Beppo and Zazou are content with their own garden
and with jumping in and out their own little cat door in the kitchen window a hundred times a day. And of course, when they tire of studying antiquities from high and low
there’s always the time-honored pursuit, a favorite of all cats worldwide. To nap, perchance to dream, and although a cat may dream of a king, I rather imagine they’re dreaming of being free cats again, after spending many months at kitty camp. Free, at home with the ones they love, well fed and groomed, it’s a royal life for a cat.
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