Judy posted photos of her cat looking out her window recently.
I must be part cat myself as I spend a lot of time pacing between my windows bird watching, weather watching and just plain looking while I think about things.
I thought you'd enjoy the view of my windows.

The kitchen window which looks out on the pergola covered patio and the bird feeders - it's my gauge for how much humidity the vaporizer is putting out. Today, a nice amount. My son gave me those butterflies hanging from the ceiling decades ago when we first moved to MO. The ceramic cat is from a craft booth in Branson, the horse mugs and piggy bank are from a fellow endurance rider from the late 80s when I had an ornery bucking Ayrab grey gelding which she thought was hilarious (she rode Appies...and bucking and ornery was always her description of her Appies). The vase of pretty gemstone spindles are courtesy of M - these donuts aren't well balanced so make a better window dressing then tools. I couldn't help but fall for the pretty gemstones donuts tho M said they aren't balanced. Bless a man who finds time to put pretty useless gemstone donuts on dowels so I can admire them. And of course rocks from all over the West as well as a glass vase of polished gemstone pebbles from assorted national parks. You know, you buy a bag of pretty polished pebbles at the gift shop (usually kids are grouped around the kiosk)...the bags with the names of the national parks stamped on them are in another special vase. That window is the only one I have without crocheted curtains.

The living room window from which I stare at the birch trees and try to discern if that's a fox trotting across the street or maybe that feral black cat that showed up last May and no one can catch. He's sleek and healthy now so someone must be nurturing him. Usually a few of my cats and dogs are perched in the window. That's the AZ Seven Springs Onyx sculpture by David A Hiles M gave me for my 50th birthday. I love watching the sun shine through the 2 slits in the stone...my own little time keeper.

The study window where I watched the snow storm flatten my lilacs. More rocks...are you surprised? Above and obscured by the right peppronia is a copper wire and crystal hanging that the mother of a teenager M and I rescued at Cherokee Park gave us in 2001. Her son was alone riding his dirt bike, tumbled off when he hit a tree, broke BOTH legs, crawled about a mile down the trail to the road where we happened to see him as we were driving by. We managed to take care of him (wrap him in blankets and coats), locate cell reception (we were in a valley, M had to drive to the top of the mountain), call for help and stay with him til the helicopter from Ft Collins arrived. It was a harrowing day. We have photos somewhere of his drag marks down the mountain trail, the condition of the bike, his condition, the copter crew loading him up (we blocked the road for any oncoming vehicles since the copter landed on the road) There were NO on-coming vehicles for the hours we were there. Then we had to call his parents to let them know where their son was. A nearby camper M found kept the motorbike at his RV til someone could pick it up. Months later his family hunted us down (we're not that easy to find) and brought us all kinds of baked goods, candy, and the wire sculpture. They took more photos. All's well that ends well but I shudder to think about the young man up on that lonely mountain road.
Ahem...on to the next window.

The workroom window which is Bunny cat's and I know better than to stand there and gawk because she considers me her personal human slave of 12 yrs and will find me a job to do: "Clean my personal litter box, fill my water bowl, scratch my ears (but not too long or she'll scratch - she was feral when I brought her from the farm) and always, give me a cat treat. Now. And another. And now!" She was under my feet eating treats while I took this photo.
There's a bee, dragonfly and butterfly wire and bead sculpture in that window that my son gave me for Mother's day one year. It's wonderful when the sun shines through the blue beads.
I don't work in the work room much anymore for some tyrannical reason.

And finally, today's view from the living room eyeing the latest configuration of pinwheels pinned and ready to crochet together. I say I'll have these 4 panels finished by Monday but don't hold your breath. There's 23 different colors in the panels. I have 3 more (dark green, dark brown, light burgandy) balls of size 10 thread to crochet (size 6 hook, using a size 14 for the beads and embellishments). Taz is helping me, you can see Bridget's rear end with her rawhide chewy. Bridgy is keeping an eye on Dori who was eating her snack in the living room.