The mistress prefers the trail that goes past Vince's house. Every time we go past, I hold my breath, hoping he won't be out with his master on his leash. Thankfully, he's been inside his den when we pass.
Except for today. He wasn't out for his walk, but he was in his back territory. He smelled me walking past, and he stuck his big ugly face under his fence (or what of it he could fit) and whined. He kept whining and whining until I could bear the incessant noise no longer and walked over to return his sniff.
How he carried on is unbecoming to any dignified beast. You would think I brought him a rawhide chew with some of the flesh still intact. He really must get over me. It does him no good to get worked up in such a way for nothing.
Also, it has come to my attention that a great many humans in my new home area ride bicycles while clad in those skin-tight shiny suits. It surprises me that the big cat creature hasn't hunted them down and killed them by now. If I was an extra-large predator capable of hunting and eating humans, I would pick those. I bet they have a nice bite to them, like a sausage casing.
I like sausage. I like rabbits, too, so I guess I understand the cat creature choosing to eat them as well.