My Good-For-Nuthin' Cat

I walked past the sliding door a few minutes ago and there was a squirrel sitting on the door mat looking into the house. Cinder, the cat, was sleeping in the chair on the porch, not five feet away. Can you see in the photo above how close the squirrel is? Just beyond the railing. Gotta give Cinder some credit, though. In his younger days that squirrel would have been lunch. He's 16 now, and too used to the high life of bagged crunchies and canned salmon.