That cat sat in the alley behind my house. He knew.
He knew an excited dog sat at the second story window watching his every move.
He knew that when the dog tired of watching and bolted down the stairs, out the dog door, in hot pursuit, the dog would be stopped in his tracks by a tall fence.
That dog sat at my window. He hoped.
He hoped that he could chase that cat down the alley and through the neighborhood.
He hoped that when he bolted down the stairs, out the dog door, in hot pursuit of the cat, that the fence would be gone.