Date the girl with roses in her hair, that cascade with the different colors of fall, like her hair. Her skin as pale as the freshest winter snow. Her cheeks as pink as the spring cherry blossoms and her eyes as green as the summer grass. Date the girl who speaks in a language long forgotten, but it sounds so familiar and so much like home. Her hair, the autumn rose petals that never seem to wilt, much like her wonderful smile when she takes your hand in hers.
"Well, hello!" She waves his hand, a black cat sneaking behind her lavender colored hair. "You do seem different than usual cats are, what's your name?".