I was at the kitchen sink, idly rinsing a bowl.
It was near dusk of an afternoon that tended toward overcast.
I noted the dark shape of a cat's rump in the still leafless branches of the tulip poplar, nearly on a level with the kitchen window.
It was Willis, of course, surveying his kingdom from a lofty vantage point.
He turned nimbly on his branch when I went out with my camera..
His manner seemed to suggest that while he wasn't averse to a photo shoot, I'd best get on with it--he didn't plan to stay there all night!