The Cat at the Window

A round little cat stands before an old shuttered window, looking straight up at you with wide, hopeful eyes. Its body is soft and plump, its legs tiny, its face drawn with the gentlest graphite. Behind it, the open shutters and dark glass hint at a home just out of reach, while leaves drift in from the corners and light rain slants across the wall. The drawing holds a quiet tug between loneliness and comfort. The rain and the empty window feel a little wistful, but the cat's steady gaze is pure trust, as if it is asking to be let in and is sure someone will say yes.