Meadowlark Prairie turn your wounds into wisdom

The cat's posture did not seem threatening, so Cicero relaxed somewhat, believing he was in no immediate threat. Yet Cicero knew that his words could be like venom, creating wounds on the egos of those he spoke to, so he would remain vigilant. The words of the other caused a curious tilt of Cicero's head, for he wondered if he was being mocked for the cat to speak in third person, or if this was, in a way, a kindred spirit. His experience was that it was usually the first.

Just passing through. He could not help but wonder aloud, "To where?" For Cicero was ever the curious creature, and he was always longing for answers. This creature intrigued him in some ways, with its poisonous green yet enticing eyes, and he felt that the feeling was mutual between them.