king of his domain the orange cat lazily ponders, catches the rays of the sun, stretching gives a yawn, bored, readies to moves on why not, so he searches for birds, beyond the closed sun porch screen, weary of this he jumps down off the settee with a muted thud he looks around, what else to do? still looking for more, he settles on all the sundry things provided by the empty house, like chasing dust ***** that blow across the hardwood floor, tired of that he is now ready to doze off, dreamily searching for that elusive mouse- so ready to settle their score