Jill Murray

There is a window between our office and the living room, and Frances has finally figured out what it is for.

No, not watching Oprah while testing web sites. (Because I never do that), but for poking her head through and whining in the very specific light, chirping frequency that only she and irritating, spoiled birds can produce.

But the visual is pretty irresistable, even with the sound on. Note how she has her ears turned forward, for maximum face-framing cuteness. That is not an accident.