With a stress ridden sigh, he laps gracefully at his wet looking pelt. It looked silky and well groomed, oiled, and decorated. He looked like a silhouette of a drenched cat. His muscles began to loosen more and more as a more satisfied look grazed his face. He lied only tail lengths away from you. While his eyes were closed, as if you could tell from behind the dreadlocks covering his eyes, he seemed to notice your presence. “Well, there goes my privacy.”
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