The Cat Who Walked the Plank

The boardwalk sits ten feet above the ground and the handrail 3.5 feet higher. Scooter, like all of his kind, tends his territory from the best vantage point. Since he is the Alpha male in these parts, despite his age and the droop of his belly, his territory is vast--for a cat.

Each morning he uses the handrail to scan large and wildly overgrown sections of his yard, pausing to scratch, sniff the air and stare at Egrets and Great Blue Herons as if he knows someday he’ll get lucky and bag one. Never mind that both species are ten times his size--not necessarily his weight mind you--he glares at them from afar, flips his tail meaningfully, and then turns a cold shoulder as if to announce, “Sorry, not today, but don’t think I’m not watching, waiting until you leave the water and come a little closer. When you do, it’s over!”

At the end of his handrail walk, he likes to sit and savor his accomplishments, before turning around and heading to the birdbath for a wild animal drink.

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