He couldn’t see much with the distant lamplight in the alleyway—but what he did see he couldn’t believe. ‘Did she just hiss at me?’ he wondered. She was acting like a cat—similar mannerisms, similar reactions, plus the tail and the ears. She was either part cat, or she had on a great costume with animatronics. Was this some punk’d reality show? Was she method acting for a play? Was she coming from a convention? Why was she acting like a cat? A million questions ran through his mind, unable to settle on an answer.<br/><br/>First, however, the girl—cat –whatever she was, seemed frightened. He didn’t want to scare her, so he put up his hands and took a step back. “I’m not going to hurt you, don’t worry,” he told her in as calm a voice as he could. “I just thought I heard—or saw—you know it doesn’t matter.”<br/><br/>He could see a glimmer of her green eyes in the light. They looked so cat like, but not entirely. They were also stunning. A lump caught in his throat, which he tried to swallow. He thought of leaving her alone, but not only did he have questions, but concerns. “Are you alright? Do you need help?” he asked, wondering if she was homeless. Though someone with an animatronic tail and ears was probably not homeless. Still, he wondered.