He’s concerning me.
All up in the window frame, two legs hanging in the breeze. Several gnats caught in the web, of no interest to him. The weather has been lovely this weekend, honestly a little warm, but it’s supposed to drop down during the week and keep going down. So I foresee two options:
a) Freud will come to the end of his little life, quietly, peacefully, and with dignity.
b) Freud will be feasted upon by the millions of young, hungry offspring that emerge from the top of my window.
Shitfit either way, really.