In the jungle, the mighty jungle

In today's rare sunny period, smooching about the streets with the Westie, I peered over a wall and through a hedge. Some serious sneaking up on prey was going on.

I made a tongue click sound I can't possibly reproduce here. Cat looked round.

The prey, probably a vole, lived to be pounced on another day. Cat does look pretty well fed anyway, wouldn't you say?

And if you want to sing a-wimoweh, you're on your own.