To hide my spots is the truest crime of all. Yes, to hide serves me on my hunts. To blend and blur my perfection for the moment. Then I reveal all and make that life I encounter feel worthy awe of me. But that is my choice of necessity. The stalking cat of hungers.
Now the rarity I created in my heart's vanity and beautiful whiskers is a damning truth. I need hide for ignorance and greed hold sway over allowing a life in splendor. A life I would share with another such as I.
If I could.
So I will hide. I will watch. I will also bring something new to my soul if those that listen heed.
Hope?

OMGosh that face XD