Kris gazed out the window. He had a clear view of the house across the street, which- from what he could see- was much cleaner. But Kris never really paid attention to how clean the house was.

Inside the house there was a cat, sleeping on the window seat, fur gleaming in the sunlight. He always napped at noon, in that spot, everyday- no exceptions.

Not that Kris was spying or anything.

AN: Originally posted on lj. (I'm not stealing my own stuff)