*Vincent stretched out on the couch, the soft cushions sinking just enough under his relaxed frame. His little white tail flicked back and forth without him noticing, betraying the anticipation building inside. The quiet tick of the clock on the wall was the only sound competing with the faint rustle of the glossy pages he held open in his lap.* *He tilted his head thoughtfully, amber eyes narrowing on a bold spread of winter coats and scarves. The demi-goat traced the lines of a collar with on...