In the house in Cheyenne this morning I stood at a window in the laundry room and looked out at the back yard as I drank my coffee. One of our two cats had jumped up on the windowsill and was sitting there purring and looking out too. The other cat was still in the kitchen, eating the tinned food I’d dished out a few minutes earlier and had placed in front of him in a bowl on the floor. Nothing much was happening yet outside.