The Window Ledge Directly above the Bed

Far left to far right as I lay in bed:

1. A former crock to hold olive oil, recycled as a splendid flower vase
2. A small flashlight to illuminate such night sounds as squirrels fighting or falling from trees, rats, voles, and perhaps even raccoons, scurrying for the seeds left out for birds.
3. A bottle of saline solution which invariably misses my eye and hits chin or lower.
4. A half-eaten pear
5. A stack of books originally placed to discourage Scamper, the cat, from nocturnal explorations during the course of which, due to the six-inch available platform, she would invariably fall, landing directly on my head or close enough to it to make her presence felt.
6. Titles of books in stack:
The Remains of the Day--Kazuo Ishiguro
One Good Turn--Kate Atkinson
Frankenstein--Mary Shelley
The Time of Our Singing--Richard Powers
Three Farmers on Their Way to a Dance--Richard Powers
Plowing the Dark--Richard Powers
Eating Stone--Ellen Meloy
Operation Wandering Soul--Richard Powers
The Secret of Lost Things--Sheridan Hay
Grotesque--Matsuo Karino
The Economic Naturalist--Robert A. Frank
Yet another copy of Plowing the Dark--Richard Powers
True North--Jim Harrison

I have no idea how Eating Stone found its way into the pile nor indeed what it is. I do know that since the pile of books was instituted, Scamper's late-night perambulations have taken on a new vector.