at the risk of shocking some of you, here's how the abyss looks like, seen from the window of my room. we have currently been adopted by these feline rascals who do not like being touched AT ALL. it perturbs me no end, especially when they are sat there in my balcony, are peering at me through that slightly ajar door, gaping at me. as if mocking me wordlessly. we never hear even the slightest meow from them. not a single whimper, to sometimes make us realise their presence, or just that they have arrived and that we should open the door. the two babies are too young to have even developed a proper voice, but their mother is a proper north Indian matriarch. she does not let her kids wander too far, is almost too alert, never even comes close to the threshold if she sees either of us around.
cats, trees and a lonesome us
cats, trees and a lonesome us
cats, trees and a lonesome us
at the risk of shocking some of you, here's how the abyss looks like, seen from the window of my room. we have currently been adopted by these feline rascals who do not like being touched AT ALL. it perturbs me no end, especially when they are sat there in my balcony, are peering at me through that slightly ajar door, gaping at me. as if mocking me wordlessly. we never hear even the slightest meow from them. not a single whimper, to sometimes make us realise their presence, or just that they have arrived and that we should open the door. the two babies are too young to have even developed a proper voice, but their mother is a proper north Indian matriarch. she does not let her kids wander too far, is almost too alert, never even comes close to the threshold if she sees either of us around.