"Something about my spirit calls to be challenged." The White Cat says. "Well, that's what I hear anyways." I nod, holding a plate of some pastels I found under my bed earlier. I'll miss those pastels. White Cat takes another crunch. "Tasty. Zesty. Spectacular." Licking it's whiskers, it watches me wait for more. It's face grows more and more colourful as It eats more pastels. Pretty soon it's looking like a Zebra, than an Okapi, and after I focus hard enough back to a Cat again. This is good, because I am terrified of Okapi's. "What do you want?" The White Cat asks me bitterly. "I want to know what I want," I reply quickly. I have rehearsed this many times before, in case a White Cat were to magically appear at my door, like this. I am proud of my little preparation. "Can you elaborate?" the White Cat asks. I have not prepared for this outcome. -- ![[IMG_9334.jpeg]] ![[IMG_9335.jpeg]] ![[IMG_9338.webp]]