One evening a couple of weeks ago, my son and I were returning home when he noticed something a little off from the norm. "I think there's a cat up on that pole!" he exclaimed as we passed underneath it. We were on a gravel road and as there was no traffic, backed up to get another look. Sure enough, there was a gray cat lying - very high up - on a power line pole. I got out of the car to shoot this photograph and called to it. It simply stared at me as if this was the most natural place for it to be and as if I was a hindrance to its afternoon nap.
The next day, it was gone. I have no idea if it made it down on its own terms or if it met an untimely death by its famous curiosity. But every time I pass that pole now I automatically look up and think of the cat that dared to be different.