Human Daddy has built a lovely octagonal seating area around our central front yard tree.

An imperious tortie stands on a low, dark wooden platform in an octagonal shape, which surrounds the trunk of a small tree. Her head is turned slightly to her right and she is fixing someone with her yellow, intimidating gaze. There are a pair of black, slightly blurry, cat ears in the foreground. It is evident that the other cat is not welcome on the tortie’s platform.

I have completed the requisite inspection and I am pleased to announce that the structure, like everything Human Daddy builds, has passed with flying colors.

Also, it is mine and only mine.

Don’t even think about sitting on my platform, Darth.