Here's a photo that my roommate Venky managed to capture of stray cats outside his window. Because his room adjoins the kitchen, the little 1' x 8' concreted "backyard" extends to an area just below his window.
For whatever reason, but primarily because we feed them I'm sure, they seem to hang around. This behaviour is a little erratic, however, because there are days when these cats and kittens are nowhere to be found between 9am and 5pm. It's like they have jobs that they go to on some days, only returning home in the evening after a grueling day doing God-knows-what, giving me a haggard meow as if to say, "Save yourself the small talk, and just feed me." They even do the eyes-half-closed thing to add weight to the fact that they are on their last fumes of petrol before the engine will finally stop...forever. If you thought that last sentence was melodramatic, you should see the Oscar-worthy performances that I have to put up with every day.
Back to the picture, so here's a tomcat on the right, with an older kitten from one of the many females who frequent this area. God knows what they were up to, but Venky managed to startle them obviously, so much so that they're looking up at him and his trusty camera with a "Huh...wha...who?" I think the kitten looks a bit strange, no offense to it, because the perfectly parted black spot on its head reminds me of one of those 1930s hairstyles; slicked down and stuck in place, like a cow took a nice long lick at the top of its head and permanently set its "hair" in the appropriate style. I think it's a great picture, and it works well with my pseudo-scientific study of cats, up-close and personally. So, to celebrate both of those conditions being fulfilled, here's a lighter moment in the lives of the stray cats that we feed as presented by Venky.