May The Songs Wash Clean Our Hearts

For a few moments Kathleen would stare at him as though he had never said a word. She would listen as he answered her question. A few seconds after that he would apologize for not asking her name and then would ask it. Manners be damnd, Kat wanted to know about him and dint want to talk about herself. She would answer him regardless. "I'm Kathleen."

She wondered if he had wanted all the same information she wanted him to give her and then dismissed the thought. She was no mind reader and wasnt gonna start today, no she would simply continue asking her own questions. "Now, what do you mean you dont look like other cheetahs. Do the others not have spots or do they all have different colors and shades like smaller cats?