The mighty hunter emerges for a rare morning expedition.
He spots his prey in the grass.
He gets ever closer, only to realize it is the paparazzi, not a tasty lizard.
Then he realizes he is too far from base camp and may become prey himself, so he runs back home.
Unlike another barn cat who we all knew and loved, Johnny rarely prowls around in the pasture,
and for that I am eternally grateful.