He watches over the street at night, sometimes for hours at a time, a tuxedoed crusader attuned to whisker vibrations and the smallest of sounds, body haunched in stillness and patience, eyes wide to the unseen, velvet ears perked towards the invisible; his fur is cold to my touch as my fingers greet him and thank him for his service. It was another crazy day at work today as I finally caught up with my own expectations of myself, which are not always firmly based in reality.