This handsome orange fellow is Slater. He belonged to the people in the front unit of my small apartment building; Scarlett and I lived in the back. The day Scarlett moved in, the two of them began a territorial battle over the side yards of the building. Slater was getting along in years, and the ruthless Miss Scarlett took advantage of his advancing age to conquer not only the side yards but a bit of the front one as well. I used to hear the most fearful noises outside, then Scarlett would come prancing home with orange fur between her toes. Sigh.
When Scarlett became an indoor-only cat, Slater would come and visit her, sitting right on the other side of the window. I think he was gloating.
Edited to add: this photo was taken about four years ago, when I lived in a shoebox-sized apartment with a lovely back yard. I moved to my current apartment two years ago and haven't seen Slater since. I imagine if he's still alive, he's continuing to enjoy having the yard all to himself!