A bee is buzzing over the sun-soaked flowerbed and from the other side of the glass pane a cat watches it, eyes slightly crossed. The bee lands on a flower. The red petals shiver slightly, as if expectant of what is to come. The cat sucks in a breath, its eyes narrow, and its nose nears the glass. The bee busies itself at the flower’s heart. The cat stares, eyes slit of sun-rays. After a while, the bee stumbles out. Drunk on pollen, it zigzags away. The cat sighs into a yawn and, disappointed, returns to its afternoon nap.