Catcher in the rye......

.....or some other sort of grass. The junior miss was stalking the senior cat in the garden this morning, she had her eye on his new prime basking spot, like many modern classics it didn't have a happy ending, this was just before the pounce initial skirmish......so a snatched blip of dubious quality.....one of THOSE days.....

Off to make the most of the sun, while it lasts.......

EDIT.....The senior cat won the battle but junior miss won the war, she's now where he was and he's retreated under the hedge......but he's probably plotting reprisals and stockpiling munitions.....