Between the construction across the street, the yelly people on the sidewalk, and the fact that the dog can’t fit on the windowsill, Luna has claimed her crown. She spends a LOT of time in the bay window.
I’m not sure what’s going to happen once I bring that patio table back down into the tarmac garden, but my original idea of building a window seat will only draw the dog to the window. The cat tolerates Kaylee about as well as Kaylee tolerates the cat.
I’ll have to think of something to avoid any feline comeuppance.