We started noticing "murder scenes" in our back yard in our typical suburban neighborhood. Looked like literal explosions of bird feathers, with nothing more substantial than the feathers remaining. Had never seen anything like it. Then one evening I found a bobcat about the same size as in your picture in the backyard, laying in one of the raised garden beds. I picked up a 4 ft. 2x4 thinking I would run it off. It was completely unconcerned with my presence, or my 2x4.
As I was pondering my next move, it stood up, stretched, and casually jumped to the top of the 8 ft wooden fence, and lay down on the top cross piece of wood. Where it proceeded to stare down at me without a care in the world. I yelled. I threatened. I wacked the fence with the 2x4. It yawned. I retreated to the house for better armament, but it was gone when I returned.