…out my bedroom window.
He knew I was there, he looked right at me when I shifted. And to my shock he hung around long enough for me to go get the camera. He wasn’t in a hurry to end the evening fun, I guess.
For a while he looked like he was thinking of pouncing on something – they have more or less the same body language as a housecat* – then decided “screw it” and sauntered quite unhurriedly down the driveway.
* A freakishly huge, muscular housecat