...as he sits before the window, watching the outside world. He was a stray until this past summer, though I'm not entirely sure that he hadn't spent some time as a pet prior to that, since he seems pretty relaxed around people (or at least around me) It is true that he often briefly finds a position of safety (often on the top stair, but sometimes beneath the table) as I come into the house, but as soon as I'm in, and often before I've closed the door, he comes forward to greet me.
But my point here is that when he sits before a window and looks out, is he glad to be free of being tormented by wind and rain, and having to fend for himself? Or does he miss the freedom that he used to have?
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