
Demi was sitting on a rock with his sketch pad out. He was drawing the trees infront of him so he could go home and paint them. He was still getting paint out of his hair and feet and tail...and everything inbetween. He couldn't be in the work shop right now cause Archer was playing with his own evil gadgets and that involved target practice...with rocks....and Demi was his favorite target. He didn't like it though. So he left. He pushed his glasses up his nose as he adjusted the paper at a better angle on his lap. He flicked his tail as he looked around and wondered if he would meet anyone that he knew. He had met those other cats the other day but hadn't seen any of them since then and wondered what they were up to.

