Kitty at the window

Kitty is both a feral cat and a scaredy-cat. She comes to the window to be fed and likes to sit behind the bars looking in. However, it has taken a year for her not to run away as soon as we carefully open the window. I think she is very low in the pecking order of the feral cats as everything seems to frighten her, both animal and human. I am cultivating the art of the couch potato. My symptoms are mild but not that mild. It still feels like the flu. I had a bad night's sleep so a friend  dropped in some eucalyptus oil as a decongestant. We are reasonably stocked with supplies. However, a neighbour delivered some potatoes as we had run out.