Ace is an enigmatic yet elegant creature. When he’s not patrolling the Fernwood streets to annihilate the invasive lizard scourge, he’s spending the best parts of the day sleeping on the goddamn couch.

His fur has become so thick, every night requires hours of brushing to remove the ghillie suit he assembles from loose foliage and bramble.

His mischievous side is only one half of the playing card. At night, he serves as the best scarf man can buy, purring loudly and tucking his chin on any exposed appendages.