His furry rings remind me of an echo... an echo in time... of multiple dimensions... multiple choices. In his eyes are things to see. Things that go "bump in the night".
I adopted Twearth from the local SPCA a few years ago... he is a great mouser... we don't have a rodent problem now - did at one time. He's a big cat, 15 lbs. Out where I live, that, plus the fact he's in great physical shape, means he's likely to survive.
Out here we have predators: Owls, coyotes, fox, bobcats... if anyone can defend himself, it's Twearth. I hope.
We have other members of family, like this chicken:
This photo is for real... Twearth and a very fancy chicken... they get along fine.
Of course it's not like Twearth doesn't think about playing with our chickens, as seen here, he's waiting for his chance to play:
But when it all comes down to the opportunities in life... it's frustrating:
We never quite know what we'll get...
A nap in the sun...