Moving North

The windowsill. My office, my bed, my television.

Today I arrived in the Netherlands. I do not wish to discuss the journey. What matters is the result: a home with enormous windows, real trees outside, and a windowsill that gets sun in the afternoon. Sometimes.

A cream and ginger tabby sits on a radiator, looking out of a window onto a green space with trees and buildings. — First look at the new view. Acceptable.

A cream and ginger tabby looks directly at the camera with a slightly skeptical expression, wearing a red collar. — Expat cat now. Same face.

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Settling in. The chin scratches travelled with us, thankfully.

I have already found my spot: the windowsill, between the plants, in whatever sun the Netherlands decides to hand out.

A cream and ginger tabby rests on a windowsill with plants, looking out at trees under a dusky sky. — The windowsill. My office, my bed, my television.

A cream and ginger tabby wearing a red collar relaxes on a windowsill amongst houseplants. — The windowsill. My office, my bed, my television.

A cream and ginger tabby is lying comfortably on top of electronic equipment next to a window. — Moving is exhausting. Napping = mandatory.