Today Buster was outside.

As I watched him, he shimmied up a small tree. Higher he went, until
he was about ten feet up.

After Buster got settled in, a young lady (new neighbor, I think) was
walking under the tree. She stopped, looked up, and started sweet
talking him about what a fierce panther he was.

When I started out to say hello, she had already moved on. However,
Buster started backing down the tree when he saw me, and was purring
up a storm.

I think Buster has a girlfriend...

Hugs and Purrs,
Mark