Cat, hat, window (five different ones)

One last look around before leaving. Me in my hat, the cat at the window.

Looking out of the window, the reflection of the cat inside superimposed on the man with a hat, outside.

In my head, the cat is still asleep in the hat, in the window.

'It's always about the cat in the hat. Maybe, sometimes, people should think about the hat on the cat..." said the angry Fedora to the Trilby.

The cat sat at the open window and batted the hat so that it fell to the street below.