Essie's whiskers twitched in amusement as he spoke with such florid language, "Essie." She said, then realizing that may not be enough explanation she added, "My name that is. It's Essie." She paused awkwardly,
What in the world is wrong with me? She wondered with an imperceptible shake of her head, usually toms couldn't fluster her like this. "And you?" She inquired, her head tilting to the side with curiosity. "Something great with the way you speak." She meowed, grinning as her normal calm flirtatious facade returned. @
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