That's where they go.

It seems that everyday this is where they disappear. Down the stairs, and bang! I don't see them for hours.
What's out there? Why can't I see it? I'm not one for conspiracy theories, but c'mon. They've got to be hiding something. Streets paved with kibble? Birds made from canned salmon? When they come back through here, they always smell so interesting, and I want to know why!

I think I'll sleep here today.

There are plenty of comfortable places to sleep in my place, but I'm fickle. Today's favourite is tomorrow's hairball. Now that the temperature is better, sleeping in the sunroom is back at the top of the charts. Also, it maximizes my cuteness, which increases treat potential. Gotta have a plan.
Sure, this is all I see when I curl up here, but the daytime sleeping isn't about looking around. That's why I sit on window ledges, and sprint between upstairs and downstairs windows.