My daily update on His Majesty, Crown Prince of Assholia

Until yesterday, His Majesty, Crown Prince Tommy of Assholia had enjoyed his tower (though not that nice soft warm bed I'd put up there for Him)

So I replaced it with the 'bare bones basket' He seems to prefer

Him and His baby doll that is. He hates it when I try to take that from Him, just teasing.
Yesterday, lamenting not having a place to sit away from my computer and not in my bed, I decided to try the old recliner I'd been given, which was in the studio
But I had to clear a convenient spot for it first, so.... the tower had to move

Methinks this was the best idear I've had in a while

With no small amount of trouble and effort, I rolled the recliner from the studio, end over end, across the back yard all by my lonesome

It now occupies the spot where the tower had been

How very amusing ha ha

So This morning's odd behavior.
His Majesty had come in and out several times, but then He came BARRELLING ASS through His pet door, screamed past me to His tower to look out, then CHARGED past me to the front room where I saw Him looking out the front sewing room window (He was standing on the Machine)
He then went past me again, in a hurry growling, back to the back door.
So I went out, looked up onside and the other (from the back) and didn't see anything.

So I got my pistol (BB) but before I got to the back door, that B&2 tone gray with white feet big cat was rounding the studio.
I tried to open the door quietly, but it took off running
I went back around the side of the studio, and I could see the fat bugger on the other side of my fence, so I gave it a shot across the bow