Here is Hilbert emerging from the orchid tree in our backyard. It's the end of the line for him, though. A few feet further and the wall ends and is replaced by a wrought iron fence that's too narrow for even a cat to walk on. For some reason, though, he rarely turns around and goes back. When he comes to the end, he jumps off and goes about his ground-level business.
Tux on patrol.
Looks like Hilbert hasn’t lost his mojo.
Hilbert's a cat with a purpose; he doesn't go back, he goes forward.
Big H knows how to make an entrance. I didn’t look that good on prom night.