He seems to be PURRpetually in a state of heightened alert. You can see it from the look on his face to his helicopter ears to his sniffing nose. Dylan takes all possible precautions against -- well -- efurrything!
The only time when he seems to relax is when he's looking at me or sitting beside me. I guess he knows that even mancats need their mamas sometimes.
Dylan takes a brief whiff before leaving the safety of the porch -- and mama!
He's checking out the neighbour's yard, but not without a backward glance -- at mama!
Hmmm! I think we all know whose scent has been trapped in the bushes. Their initials are V.S. (aka E.S.)
It's a beautiful, clear, sunny day. So Dylan can see for quite some distance.
But a look back at mama, never hurts. A real mancat still keeps in touch.
Sometimes, it's necessary to sample something from the refreshment stand.
It's even tastier now that the fall leaves have flavoured it with their essence.
"Am I a good boy, mom?"
Sometimes keeping a lookout requires a certain amount of stealth.
So, being at least partially CATmouflaged, Dylan adopts the position I like to call "curvature of the spying". It seems to be something most cats do when they're watching something intently. They lean forward with a curved back and a slight crouch.
At times the bench has also provided shelter from possible attack. But Dylan checks back to make sure the door is still open, anyways.
Dylan takes a PAWS to relax. He's resting at mama's feet, and pointing to the new doormat. Isn't it pretty?
And when all is said and done, there's nothing like a good roll on the bricks, especially when Mom is watching your efurry move. And yes, Dylan -- you ARE a good boy -- a bit of a scaredy-cat, but a good boy nonetheless.