he always stops and peers through this door. i go and peer with him, but there's no one there. maybe he sees his reflection, and is waiting for him to come out. or he sees a ghost  waiting in there for an animal companion. 
i wish he would see my pictures. i always want to show him what i see. 
jasper the cat watches out the window at the lights and the snow falling, and i wonder if he remembers the winter when he was outside and lonely. maybe he's just wondering where the fire-escape birds go in a storm like this. he likes black and white movies. mister is bored with screens. he behaves like there's nothing on, and brings his toys out thinking to relieve the watcher just sitting and staring listlessly, needing to be engaged.
wow, i feel really out of it today. sometimes my spirit leaves my body. sometimes he looks at me in a searching way and i'm recalled. when my spirit leaves my body i want someone to watch over me.
p.s. hardly anyone is looking at the blog so if you are i'm real glad.