8/31: Northern Hunt

Salud,

As expected and subsequently planned, new territory often demands proactive monitoring. Often, even more often.

On one foggy patrol, a peculiar scent began drifting through ze air... I was soon on Ze Hunt.

I perfected this practice many moons ago. Ze formula is simple: search from top to bottom. Once ze air is secured, use the vantage point to begin searching ze ground.

At a minimum, this strategy offers an easy excuse to exercise my agility upon ze rooftops with fresh energy from a recent nap.

I am Ze Fog.

And ze Fog is me.

Enshrouded, I watch.

A sign! Tracks upon ze ground tell of a critter sneaking about. I maintain ze high ground until reinforcements from ze French Cat Militia arrive.

Years of steadfast training have culminated to this event. Ready at a moment's notice, Beans Ze Silly One, immediately secures ze ground and provides me time to descend from ze air to his location.

Ze Northern Hunt, begins...

I am wise beyond measure. Complete utilization of my outstanding intellectual capabilities has provided me incredible foresight.

Not only is Beans fully prepared for this important operation but, I even let him lead it as well.

Do you see what he sees?

He makes me proud, that Beans.

Certain species will always deserve execution. But, in stark contrast to my decade on Ze Southern Hunt, Ze Northern Hunt is more inclusive and less murderous. Here, life is granted more often.

Now, many are fated to become Beans' friend. Such as Chop ze Chipmunk, as Beans calls him, who has earned ze honor to dwell in our shed, for now.

At this point of my spectacular career, I am open minded to new strategies of engagement. I am also profoundly supportive of any opportunity for Beans to squeak at someone else. I bid Chop and Ze Silly One adieu and soar away through ze mists.

I am Ze Fog.

Au revoir,

Lé Toots