The Daily Surveillance Report

Every afternoon around 2 PM, like clockwork, Biscuit assumes his position at the living room window.

The Daily Surveillance Report

Today’s target: Mr. Whiskers, who has the audacity to exist on his own fence in his own yard.

The intensity is something to behold.

The concentration is real

You’d think he was tracking a dangerous intruder instead of a cat who’s been living next door for three years. Meanwhile, Mr. Whiskers sits there with the kind of zen patience that only cats possess.

Meanwhile, Mr. Whiskers couldn’t care less

Important announcement being made

The barking begins - sharp, urgent warnings about this terrible feline threat. I’m pretty sure Mr. Whiskers actually enjoys this daily drama. He’ll sit there for exactly the right amount of time to get Biscuit properly worked up, then casually stroll away like he’s won some sort of psychological warfare.

This is Biscuit’s job, and he takes it very seriously.