Visiting neighbour

I don't know this cat. I mean, we haven't met properly. When I looked down from the gallery outside our kitchen, he seemed pretty suspicious of me. But he sat for his portrait nonetheless.

It was getting dark already and he had positioned himself for a good view of the birds we had been feeding above him, and perhaps for other more terrestrial wildlife as well. I wish him well in the latter.

Fifteen minutes later, it was dark enough that I couldn't see whether he was still there or not.