A jaunty humming tune could be heard as a lean tabby walked along a white fence. The tabby, a tom had a emerald green left eye and a scar where his right eye once was from a long ago fight when the now 60 moons old cat was just a silly kit and got into a fight way over his head. He could certainly handle himself in a fight much better now and though a few newer scars hid under his fur here and there he was the one likely to scar any foe in his bouts if they grew serious enough. Most of the time though they didn't and were just common alleyway fights. He was after all an alley cat, and a city bow at that. Now though he felt it was a good time to take a look at how the rich cats lived at the larger twoleg nests that flanked the city.
As he went on enjoying the warmth of the day his humming turned into song. "If you're blue and you don't know where to go to,Why don't you go where fashion sits?" Pausing he moved on more his tail swaying with the rhythm. "Puttin' on the ritz!" Laughing he looked around a bit. "Ritz indeed, what a fella wouldn't give to crash at a place like this for a day. I'd give my right eye." Lauing at his own joke he swipped his ear with a grin before walking on. "Different types who wear a daycoat, pants with stripes
And cut away coat, perfect fits. Puttin' on the ritz!"
