"I mean, fair. Middle of the week. No one wants to exist by that point." Clarence often thought of himself as someone who lived for the weekend. Kind of a cynical ways to be for someone so young. Especially since he still didn't have anything extra special to look forward to other than a day free from school.

The orange tabby, recognizing a loss of attention, batted gently at Clarence's fingers through the bars of the kennel, begging for more pets which Clarence obliged.

"That sounds nice. I don't think too much about flowers, but they can be pretty." Nature wasn't something you came across much in the rush of New York City, unless you made an effort to go to a park. It would be a nice change of pace.