I love that picture.
A co-worker of my husband, who lives near here, used to have a bobcat who would come up and eat out of the cats’ dishes. The bobcat got so used to being around that when a storm came, and the thunder started, he would scratch on the door with a paw. They would open the door, he’d run in and dive under a bed or some other furniture, and when things quieted down, he’d go to the door and disappear again.