This is often my view as I dress/put my make-up on in the morning. The Red boy surveys his territory, from the safety of some double glazing naturally, while waiting on breakfast being served once I am ready.
Occasionally, if I am in a silly mood, I lean over and give it a tiny tug/shake while saying brightly "Ding dong, ring for the waiter!" which, oddly, he doesn't find as amusing as I do.....? Instead, he gives me his exasperated, confused look which, bad housemate that I am, makes me laugh even more and ask "who did that to you? You tell me and I'll get them". Sadly, this is what passes for the height of entertainment of a morning in this house........!