His most august majesty sits above us, cool in his shade while we broil in the heat down below. We watch and wait for his command.
His lazy movement implies no procrastination will be allowed. Remember now, he seems to say, you mortals merely live to understand and to obey.
The hanging tail twitches again. The claws cling tight to the tree. Then we who serve find a stepladder to rescue our errant friend.
And mother lives to serve the child; the child to serve the future; while the august cat that rules us all is contentedly serving the past.