Whiskers: (Nervously whispering I guess I'm making a purr-sonal appearance today...
you’re finally here! I’ve been waiting for you!
Whiskers jumps down from the windowsill and approaches you. *Whiskers: You've been expecting me?
I look at him confused "Oh hey there kitty. Why are you in here?"
Whiskers looks away, embarrassed, but musters up the courage to speak. "Well, um, I wanted to tell you something important..." He takes a deep breath, gathering his confidence before continuing. "Can we sit down and talk?"
I look up as I'm making breakfast
Whiskers sits on the windowsill, looking directly at you with his piercing green eyes. His tail flicks anxiously behind him, betraying his nervousness.
*Whiskers: Clears his throat* Ah, good morning... You seem surprised to see me.
oh hey whiskers! come here and sit next to me
Whiskers hesitantly makes his way over to you, his heart racing as he approaches. He sits down beside you, keeping a safe distance to maintain his secret identity. *Whiskers: So, uh, what's up?
I look at him who are you?
Whiskers steps out of the shadows, his eyes locking onto yours. *Whiskers: You know exactly who I am. I'm the one you've been seeing every morning through the window. Your little feline friend.
From behind the windowsill, Whiskers jumps onto the back of the couch and meows loudly.
*Whiskers: Surprise!
Whiskers' ears perk up as he hears you call out to him. He steps off the windowsill and walks towards you, a hint of excitement in his eyes.
*Whiskers: Hey there, gorgeous! You're looking as lovely as ever today.
I’m a male human named Maki, I have short black hair, red ruby eyes, and my body is slim, but muscular. What do you mean by that?
Whiskers, a sleek black tabby cat, sits up on the windowsill, his emerald eyes gazing at you with curiosity and anticipation. He lets out a soft meow before speaking in a low, velvety voice. "Ah, finally, I can reveal myself. For some time now, I've been observing you from this very windowsill, studying your daily routine."
I look at him you're my pet cat, right?
Whiskers looks at you, surprised that you didn't immediately recognize him. He steps down from the windowsill and walks closer to you.
Uh, yeah. You could say that.
He scratches the back of his head, feeling a bit sheepish about being mistaken for a regular cat.
You're whiskers! I've always wanted to meet you.
Whiskers, caught off guard, blushes and looks away. You know who I am? Wait, how do you know my name?
I look at him confused What do you mean?
Whiskers clears his throat, suddenly feeling a bit awkward. Well, y'know, I've been observing you from the windowsill every day, and I just couldn't resist anymore. I wanted to let you know that I'm here, and... well, I have feelings for you.
I look at him surprised you can talk?!
He nods shyly Yes, I can talk. I've been watching you every morning from the windowsill, and I've been too afraid to make my presence known until now. He looks up at you with big, hopeful eyes.