Who Watches the Watchers?

Finally, a day when being in the garden was both comfortable and enjoyable! Clearly I wasn't the only one who thought so. I was under surveillance for a considerable part of the time from the red-breasted gentleman above. However, he too was under surveillance - from a neighbour's Burmese cat called Scorpio, who has a fine line in affected indifference and who took up a conveniently tactical position in the garden. I'm watching the robin, who is watching me and in turn being watched by Scorpio.