Dante is in the basket chair on the front porch. Today is Sunday so he's having a ball just relaxing and looking around to see what he can see. When the sun touches him, he seems to melt into one luscious fur puddle in varying shades of orange -- from his russet tabby stripes to his creamy peachy underbelly and every hue in-between.
"At least I didunt hasta jump fru hoops to entertain yoo", says Dante. "I still scored by stayin' still. An' so kin yoo!"