'-...Makes Jack a dull cat...'
Purring, the orange Manx stretched out to his fullest atop the warm, weathered picnic-table of the city's park. The sun shone down fully upon his bright orange coat, and greedily he lapped it up. It'd been so looong since he'd been able to relax like this, usually he was either dodging cars or dogs, finding grub, or chasing some tail. But now it was just Mowgli time. Bright, blue eyes glanced around with great pleasure, front paws dangling just over the side of the bench as a stubbed tail twitched in contentment.
How could this day get any better?
