On the Prowl

Dreams of Africa raced through Bismarck's head; whether they be fond remembrances of the homeland of large felines or nightmares about the Continent's colonization by the Prussian Army, no outside observer could tell you. What they could tell you, though, was that whatever Bismarck was thinking about, he was thinking about it intently. The stringy hairs in his ears were on edge; similar to the way that the stringy bark cased the edge of the Yucca. Together they--the hair in Bismarck's ears and the bark of the Yucca--stood as the battlements of "The Yard."
Bismarck waited in the shadows, his eyes forming slits. These were ways of concealing himself. From the sun. Which shone brightly as a damn headlight. If that headlight happened to be a ten times larger and consisting of superheated gases.
Finally, Bismarck saw a threat. It was large and umber and hairy. And it walked and called out in a loud voice! Bismarck made a move to jump and claw the thing but a hand suddenly stopped him "Don't attack the UPS man!" Max said taking his book Bowling for Dummies from the intruder.
Bismarck scoffed as only a cat could and made his way back to the ramparts (a series of shrubs next to a serene little footpath). He proceeded to wait patiently but alertly. So alertly, in fact, that when we closed his eyes a series of gophers slid easily past.
Alas this was nothing for two hours and forty fight minutes later Bismarck finally found what he was looking for. A little black body, winged and vile made its way haphazardly through the air. It whirred in a self satisfied manner, thinking itself graceful and in tow with the universe (a serenity easy to achieve if one's lifespan is no more than three days). Bismarck meanwhile abhorred the buzzy beast's arrogance. He got to his feet, arched, his back, and sprung, brining the little villain under his paws and out of this world. He looked up at Max pleased with himself. Max gave him the thumbs up. And then he gave him pieces of chicken, of which Bismarck the great hunter was eminently deserving.