“Looks like a storm.”  A smile then goes over his face and he purrs some.  “Why do the weirdest things make me happy?” says the tiger as he continues to walk.  Bob is a six foot tall anthro tiger.  He has an average build, isn’t overly pretty but is in no way ugly, his sheath and sac look average.  Average would be the best word to describe him.  Well, except for the fact that he didn’t have a tail.  He had a nub.  Where his tail should have been there was a two inch excuse for a tail.  He had been born that way and for some reason his parents named him Bob.  He smiles and continues to walk until a new smell cuts through the air.  “What’s that?  Chemicals?”  he starts to walk towards it to make sure that everything was alright.  He doesn’t look scared but true to his nature he had always been curious.