The Cat and the Intern

Every morning I leave for my internship, and every evening I come home. Almost without fail, each time that I leave and return to my building, I notice a cat sitting on the windowsill of an apartment on the first floor. I always wonder how the cat doesn't grow tired of sitting in the same space, day-in and day-out. Every time I notice it, I think about how stagnant its life must be. Then I think it probably thinks the same of me.

Thank goodness I'll be back at school in a week!