Dante was very secure in his masculinity, so he could sport any colour and still look like the powerful mancat that he was. Being a mancat is all about CATitude after all!
Dante always loved being in the garden, especially when the weigela bushes were in full bloom. There was something about their scent that intoxicated him. And if he hunkered down beside the birdbath, he never knew what juicy bite might land within his PURRview.
Anything is pawsible and sometimes you just get lucky wherever you may be!