Got my camera out again for one of Sunny and I's sunset prowls and patrols around his territory on the third floor of my co-op in the Hyde Park neighborhood of Chicago (we seriously live two blocks from Obama's mansion). So far, three of my housemates have invited my new #rescue #cat (a #shorthaired #orange #tabby) to come in and explore anytime we find their doors open during a patrol (I directly supervise, so that he doesn't eat the plants, tip over perfume, etc.), which added to my room, two bathrooms, and an enormous U-shaped hallway running the entire length and width of the house, gives him the same amount of space to explore as a housecat in a small apartment would. We go out three times a day, and he's usually ready to head back in about 20 minutes, about the same as walking a dog. The hope is that this winter, when everyone is more sedentary and spending a lot more time indoors, the people leaving their bedroom doors open will actually want to take him in for a whole afternoon or evening in their room; in fact, that's why two of them are specifically leaving their doors open, in the hopes of getting Sunny used to their scents and convincing him to more easily hang out with them this coming winter. I also think this series is kind of a lovely showcase of the delightfully funky, always slightly broken-down vibe up here on the third floor of the co-op, one of the things I've really come to love about living here.