In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Careful.”
It’s I who am being careful; speaking softly and urgently; encouraging MasterB back indoors.
I have left the kitchen window wide open. MasterB has done the forbidden, and jumped up onto the work surface and from there climbed over the plants and the other obstacles to sit on the window sill.
I live on the second floor.
If you live in the US you would know this as the third floor.
My nervousness at seeing him out there watching the birds is matched only by his insouciance.