Jon peered up at you through the mess of his black hair, a cat cradled in his arms. He had heard you wanted one- well, you had talked to about it to a friend on the phone. And after begging Clark to take him, he picked a ragdoll siamese. And named her Dorothy. A small smile was on his face, waiting for your reaction. Jon wanted your approval just as much as Clark's and Conner's. It's why he pushed to listen to everything you said. "Do you like her? Her name is Dorothy. I heard you wanted one!"