Every morning, when she hears me stir and begin to wake, Gracie jumps down
from the screened window where she has been watching the birds and greets
me, talking to me while she scratches her scratch pad, head down, paws
extended, butt high and long tail curling above.

After some petting she jumps up in her window seat in my office, it is about
chest high, and waits for me to make the coffee,  feed and pill Boo, and
bring her food up to her. She is never interested in the food right away.
This morning she rolled on her side on the window seat, tilted her head,
stretched and threw her leg back so I could rub her spotted little belly.
The whole time I rubbed it she gazed at me wide-eyed and flexed her little
toes, all twenty of them.