Jake had seen the signs for the Annual City Picnic while he was on his way to the fish market. He'd been craving fresh cod all week, and he finally decided to indulge himself. He'd been too cramped in that apartment taking care of Jennifer anyway. He needed to get out. To prowl. So why the diversion from the fish market to the park? Why, it sounded like a lovely means of meeting new people. And maybe, if he was lucky, there would be some friendly felines there as well.
He hopped up on top of the table where the three women were sitting, beginning their conversation, and sniffed at the food and drink available.
And there, much to his delight, at the end of the table was a plate full of fresh (uncooked) fish. It looked quite divine to his feline eyes.
"Pardon me, ladies," he said in his most apologetic and gentlemanly (gentlecatly?) tone. Well, didn't exactly say. Jake's collar allowed him to communicate telepathically. But the understanding was there just the same.
He padded across the table, carefully stepping over plates and dishes, to get to the other end. Mmm, fish, fish, fish.