Jake was on his way to find parts that he could use in constructing a sort of makeshift "cloak" for his spacecraft. The problem with having a spaceship hidden beneath tree branches and bushes in the middle of a park was that people eventually began to notice. And he'd started to get a lot of onlookers and pedestrians. Mostly children, which was fine. But he assumed that it would only be a matter of time before someone official tried to break into his spaceship. And he couldn't have that. Not after he'd just had his ship overhauled. (It had gotten a new paint job, too!)
So he, with the help of the computer, had decided that the best course of action was to create a cloaking field that would envelope the ship and make it invisible to everyone on the outside. Sure, people might run into it, but hopefully those such incidents would be minimal. Besides, bruises healed. Right?
So that was way he was scurrying across the park. The grass beneath his paws and the breeze rustling through his fur. It made him feel good. Almost poetic. And he smiled.
Then he heard a voice call out to him. Normally he would have ignored such a call, but with the voice came something he adored. The smell of tuna!