Trespasser

This is where the cat walks.  In all the years we have lived here it has walked down the side of our garden, where the lawn ends and the field begins. Sometimes you see the cat, but mostly it only becomes obvious when the snow has fallen and you see this track in the snow.  This has been going on, once or twice a day, for 30 years and since we've never owned a cat, the one presently walking its rounds along this edge is the latest in a long line of village cats.
The cat’s “path” leads under a shed that maybe provides shelter for other small wild beasts, then along this edge, past the bird feeders (which also feed some mice that live under the snow) and then round the house and off down our driveway, heading back for the village. It is a compromise for the cat, an interesting wander that gives it hope of prey, but is reasonably safe from the larger predators that roam the forest and the skies, and that would consider a cat a fine snack.
Strangely, the cats have never been interested in us humans who live in our house. We can appear, and speak nicely to them but the best we can hope for are suspicious looks and then the slightly haughty walk away from us, almost as we were trespassers on their territory!