Mr. Abbie is most displeased and upset at the fact that he can't go outside and confront the two raccoons currently hanging out on my deck. He is V. Eager & Willing to lend his ninja technique in battle with the interlopers outside, but I do not think we are going to do that just right now. And so he maintains his post by the door, my First Line of Defense against Raccoons.
The fat raccoon right now is currently lying on his cute widdo tummy on the edge of the roof, looking down at the neighbor's rooftop garden. I wonder if he's working out the trajectory and preparing to take that leap.