A porch swing tantalizingly sits near a large window, and unable to resist you sit in it and begin to swing. You can see rows of hills extending into the distance with the sun shyly peeking at you. Something meows at you and you look down, and to your surprise, a brownish-orange tabby has come to greet you. It lets you pet its head and scratch its back before joining you on the swing. You can see the windsock from earlier flapping to your left.