Well, I can sharpen my paw-claws *and* scout for predators at the same time you lanky, pink monkey, so take both your curiosity and camera elsewhere.
Oh, you were not expecting back-sass from a feline-ish ferret-coon, huh? Then, if words have you up in arms, you should know these digits are now ready to turn me into a swingebuckler as my primary identity.
In fact, your presence is likely going to draw danger near, so take your baksheesh of grubs and skedaddle sans your shot—else, the only doc you will have is the one stitching your calves.
Look, it matters not to me whithersoever you retreat, but if you even think about returning, I would suggest accompanying yourself with a much more tasty treat. ; )