Moving forth swiftly upon his overlarge peds, the silvered bobcat found a ledge overhanging the Guardian God and leapt up, using the worn statue as a step to rise to his desired position. From this angle, he had a perfect view of everything. Oh yes, he had found his bed. He curled up and began to wash himself yet again. He had a beautiful silver pelt of which he was very vain, and any dust that dared settle therein was quickly and severely punished. His amber eyes closed in bliss, salmon tongue washing all the grime away. He was quite at home.