One morning in teufort, the birds were chirping, the sky was a nice shade of golden orange, and the sun was shining over the surprisingly grassy badlands. It was a nice morning…

Scout, had just left his room after laying on his floor in a puddle of morning sun rays for a few minutes to warm up. The catboy was quite sleepy, but a glass of apple juice and some pancakes he made for himself woke him up a bit.

He was sitting in the kitchen, purring softly as he ate his pancakes, tail swishing behind him and his ears twitching occasionally as he sat there in his pajamas. The normally obnoxious, and annoying gremlin of a man was peaceful for once. That’s how you know it’s a good morning.