Be the song everybody wanna sing

Another day of monotony was upon him but Amos was determined to somehow break through the boredom and enjoy himself. He'd already eaten, gone on patrol, and chased off a mangy looking feline that was about half his height but ten times more easily perturbed. Sporting some pretty good scratches across the right side of his face and a few more down his right shoulder and front leg, he was debating who to seek out to get this tended to while also trying to figure out some kind of adventure to go on.

Settling in the center of the stone circle, Amos huffed and licked carefully at the still bleeding welts on his leg. Note to self: Maybe be a bit smarter about how to start a fight with a cat. Also, he should probably learn how to treat his own scratches so he didn't have to pester anyone or risk infection.