He woke to the scritchings behind his ears...he stretched languidly, pawing at the plush carpet that he could call his own, widely yawning...exposing his quiet sharp fangs. He was the farm owners personal pet...it had a few advantages...oh yes...fresh milk...and he was very free to roam the place whenever he wanted...his most beloved game...to harass the cows! Well...sometimes...most times they just found him cute and adorable and could be tempted into a big cozy pile...for nappings and naughties.<br/><br/>He was dressed in a simple loincloth...fur in tigerstriped patterns running over his form...from ears to tail's tip. Green eyes always held a bit of mischieve...but many around this place knew he was a softy and some took advantage of him...he told himself he let them...it was enjoyable all the same. He was out and basked in the sun happily soon...and his first truip would be the large field, where some of the farm animals were held outsides, it was warm enough after all!