My street, like the tombs of the pharaohs, is guarded by statuesque creatures – half cat and half, well, cat. Mostly they sit on the pavement or lie in the middle of the road. If it’s a nice day, they may climb onto a car roof. If it’s not so nice – or there are other cats around – they may retreat beneath a car.
But this cat headed for a tree. Because that’s what real cats do.