The hidden quality of the cat is the quietness of the image. The cat lies upon the high stonewall, gazing, an alert expression on her face. What is holding her fast attention? Not danger, as danger would force her into an upright position or keep her crouched low, in frozen intensity. No. She is not in danger. Her relaxed body speaks otherwise. But the object of her attention is something I know not. Her sharp attentiveness mirrors her concentration. Her inquisitive and patient nature, without movement or sound, holds her as long as she needs. Like a photographer, she waits, for as long as it takes, to glean the information she seeks. Neither friend nor foe that passes by unlocks her ardent stare.
