Looking out of the window I see the roof cats. I´m in the oldest neighborhood of Shanghai, Xiaonanmen. Those cats hardly ever come down, the people throw the food up on the roof and the cats are happy. The nap in the sun up there, they jump from roof to roof. Sometimes they walk through an open window inside the room of someone, probably following the smell of some chicken, being cooked. Or the need for some caressing.
I like the roof cats.