My cat ownership goes back to my college days, and I've never permitted a cat on a counter.
At the old house some cats were hell bent on hitting the counter when the two leggers were done in the kitchen. Purrl was an awful offender, looking for the last splatter.
Toby had Purrl to show him how to do it, but was never interested.
The first time I saw Toby in this window he raised two paws and said, "You caught me, but it's the only south facing window I can reach. Don't take it away from me."
And, I haven't.
As you can tell, he did have a job to do up here. Something has his attention. He is all purpose.
Watching him settle in is worth the price of admission.
Of all our treasures up there,
only the bird moved.
Look at that tail, just so, around the butterfly, under the bird.
And look at those ears! Something he must know about is happening on the street.