cat

Cat in the open window, four bells sound outside, two times four bells, one set of bells for the four quarters of the now full hour, and four for the number of the hour.
The cat peers out, looking up and down the alley below, up to the left and down to the right, down to the church and up to the police station.
Opposite, there is  a portuguese restaurant, a wine bar. One of the tenantss above has a cat too, a big heavy tom cat.

It is dark, and there is no possibility of sleeping, it will just not work out.
So write these notes, sit in the living room with just the light from the street lamps outside the windows, and the light from the illuminated display belonging to this laptop computer.

The cat stretches in the window, front paws reaching up on the frame. The shadow on the wall in the room looks like a heraldic lion rampant, the mouth opened in a yawn and not a roar.
These notes are early today, today is a day in which the car is to be used. All those characters normally seen during the week will not be seen today. It will be the first time this week that the car is used, there are things to collect at work.

The cat has returned to the window, the nocturnal animal that cannot leave the house.
There is one bell, it is a quarter past four.

There is the sound of a bird outside, maybe a nightingale, who can tell, please?
But cat is fascinated, and most attentive.