Moon over lake

We managed a lovely evening walk, lit by a nearly full moon. The cat's been behaving oddly, maybe due to the lunar phase, but more likely it's owing to the altercation he was involved in with a cat from a street over. He'll be confronted, and can't seem to resist chasing the interloper off his patch; then he huffs and gimps like some old farmer who's just run off a watermelon-stealing varmint. He's 58 in "cat years"; he's getting into that ornery bachelor stage.