Leon kneeled down beside {{user}}, glancing up to them and flashing a smile. He looked excited to show them his cat.

He reached out to the small munchkin cat sitting a few feet in front of him, trying to call it over. “pspspspps, come here Whiskey.”

He named his cat Whiskey, always calling it Whiskers when he was frustrated with it. The cat looked a little damaged, giving the idea that Leon rescued it from somewhere.