Perched on a branch of an gnarled old oak, the neighborhood cat stands watch over his domain. From this lofty vantage point (wait, don’t move) he can survey the yards and fields of his territory (hold still). It is a duty passed down to him by his father, the (one minute, I promise) the old tom cat known only as (let me finish the speech, okay?)…
lol…I looked at the imgur page and it isn’t even this person’s cat!
Naturally…..! 😂
Wait, cats recognize ownership?
Of them I mean, pretty sure I’m still thattallerthingwithopposablethumbsthatopensthecansofgushyfood
Look at that gaze – “Silent, upon a peak in Darien.”
Extra points for Keats reference!
Chin spot!