A bone-weary tom cat lounges on a stack of plastic chairs having a cat nap. From the scars on his face, it looks like Tommy the cat has been in a cat-fight, or just living a hard life. I imagine he's sick of the street-life, hungry days and lonely nights, and would like to retire in a warm, cozy home.
Fritz was excited to see Tommy and wanted to play (wags his tail) but the tom cat was not in the mood for anything. He stares condescending at Fritz, shifts his scrawny body and contemplates his next move.
Apparently, Tommy the cat has nowhere to go so he settled comfortably on his plastic throne. Fritz, the pushover, waits it out hoping Tommy the cat would come down and play.
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