Baloo gave a yawn, his steps carelessly plodding along in the afternoon warmth. The sun was high, and the days were at their longest, if he had judged things right. The scarred kittypet honestly did not care, so long as it wasn't too cold. The afternoon had been splendid. His girl and her mate had gotten pizza, and like most times he got a bit more than a cat's share of the splendid food. Cheese and white sauce and chicken... There had been some bothersome green things on the top, and he had never really cared for the hard rim, but pizza. Clan cats could have their diet of fresh caught game. He could get it when he wanted. They couldn't order pizza, now could they? With a puff of air he quickened his pace. Dear lord, a stench like that and all the clans would know he was here. It really was the only bad thing about Pizza. Anything that tasted that god had to have some sort of downside.