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As I sat down at my computer a while ago, something moving far outside the window caught the corner of my eye. I leaned a bit forward and spotted a squirrel running down the roof of the old barn next door. I was surprised it was not hiding in it's nest on such a wet day, though the rain isn't really actively nasty at the moment.
Now, I call it a barn - it's may serve as a garage, it could even be housing, though I'd hope they'd have added more windows if they'd converted it for human living space, and I'm sure the more classy and accurate people would call it a carriage house. From this angle all I see is the strangely angled roof and the cupola with a weathervane on top (I don't think it moves anymore) and two walls that are mostly devoid of windows, aside from three on what would be the second floor. It's always been an interesting structure, to me, because it's like a secret - nestled between taller old houses (all with varied and interesting rooves) all around, in the middle of the block, it can barely be seen from the street.
Anyhow, I poked around at a few more things, looking at LJ comments and such, and then once again noticed movement on the barn roof. This time it was a cat, a sleek-looking dark tortoise-shell - I was suddenly reminded of a dark tortie my stepsister named Fire In The Night; I don't think I've thought of that cat in years - wearing a collar, walking up the roof. She (I say 'she' probably because every tortie I've ever known has been a she, but possibly also because of the thickness of her body in relation to the delicacy of her paws) stretched up to the gap at one side of a broken, hanging slat in the cupola, and disappeared inside as causally as though she did this every day.
I like my neighborhood.
Now, I call it a barn - it's may serve as a garage, it could even be housing, though I'd hope they'd have added more windows if they'd converted it for human living space, and I'm sure the more classy and accurate people would call it a carriage house. From this angle all I see is the strangely angled roof and the cupola with a weathervane on top (I don't think it moves anymore) and two walls that are mostly devoid of windows, aside from three on what would be the second floor. It's always been an interesting structure, to me, because it's like a secret - nestled between taller old houses (all with varied and interesting rooves) all around, in the middle of the block, it can barely be seen from the street.
Anyhow, I poked around at a few more things, looking at LJ comments and such, and then once again noticed movement on the barn roof. This time it was a cat, a sleek-looking dark tortoise-shell - I was suddenly reminded of a dark tortie my stepsister named Fire In The Night; I don't think I've thought of that cat in years - wearing a collar, walking up the roof. She (I say 'she' probably because every tortie I've ever known has been a she, but possibly also because of the thickness of her body in relation to the delicacy of her paws) stretched up to the gap at one side of a broken, hanging slat in the cupola, and disappeared inside as causally as though she did this every day.
I like my neighborhood.
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They also seem to have a propensity to get fat as soon as they're fixed, and either this one had recently been fixed and was just starting to put on the weight, or possibly she was in the early stages of pregnancy.
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