Well, who's lording it here? Rocky, our big personality, aggressive Maine Coon cat is below the wall, staking out the field for chipmunks, mice, voles -- anything afoot. On the wall above him -- to the left in the photograph -- is a chipmunk scout sitting on Rocky's wall, watching Rocky stalking his family members. There is an opening in the wall close by to disappear into should the chipmunk need an escape. He lets go with a shrill whistle and is gone in a second.
Rocky, the dear dope, hasn't done the brainwork on this yet. He still thinks if he sits immobile by the the edge of the tall grass, the world of fresh kill will walk into his, well, claws and jaws. He hasn't learned that the whistle means the game is up and he can sit there until next Friday without a nibble.
To the confusion of cats!
