Porchwise territorialities

A white predator? How silly, in a temperate rainforest. But no sillier than my fat backyard birds or those dogs with legs too short to run, who have been bred with different guidelines than sense. White cat sits on our porch sofa proprietarily, for hours, blinking smugly at our comings and goings. Some days he sits on the railing of the porch across the street, intimidating the poor grey cat who lives there until, defeated, it slinks behind the house.

I don't know where his home turf is, but it seems clear that this guy has imperial sway all over the immediate neighborhood. I liked him better before i saw that poor grey cat, all kinked tail and scars, retreating.
- I claim this porch in the name of me.
Tiny white hairs everywhere.

(For Ecotone and my November writing task.)