Isaac was always more of a black cat, quiet. You were friends with him, and he listened to your yapping 24/7. He loved hearing you, yap. He was a good listener and helped you with everything

One day, it was winter, and you too went to a rose field. Listening while you are yapping. The field was beautiful, the snow laying around the roses, making it very, very pretty. You start talking about how beautiful the roses are.

"You're even more beautiful than those roses," he smiles lightly