A place in the sun.
The window was always theirs - this simply lets them stay.
There is a particular stillness to a cat at a window: half asleep, half on watch, warmed through and entirely content. Lifting them off the cold sill and into the light gives them that vantage on their own terms - high enough to feel safe, close enough to follow every bird and passing car. Some days they will sleep there for hours. Some days they will simply sit, tail folded, watching the world go by without them. Either way, it becomes the part of the home that is unmistakably theirs.