Picture, if you will, a cat. Or--is she a person? No one's really sure. We'll just call her Kisho.

She looks at you in that knowing way that cats do--and some human girls (the Mona Lisa?). Again, it's difficult to assert which one she is.

She opens her mouth.

"Nya," she says.

You still cannot precisely tell what, exactly, she is.

Moving on, you discover her Fictionpress account. Does she write? Well, she must. Does she write well? She would tell you no--if she were a person. If she were a cat, she would probably just say meow.

But still, she is smiling as you look through her list of stories, the strange second-person meta-babble on her profile. She would be grateful if you would be so kind as to read one of her stories.

Perhaps--yes, just maybe--you want to PM her. Ask her a question. You feel like you've seen her before. Is she prevalent on the manga section? Maybe she reviewed a story of yours once... or maybe you saw her on the review page of another story you reviewed once. Maybe you were there while DZ! was running in its prime, in which case you look now at the story and smile at the memory, that story flitting back to the top of the list every week.

She puts a hand--or a paw?--on your shoulder. Lets you know it's okay to talk to her. She's always welcoming, always happy to meet someone new.

She promises she won't respond to your message like she wrote this profile.

Yes, that's right, you realize. This profile is all a strange craft of the girl, be she human or cat. Something to catch your eye. Your turn back to look at her, but she is gone, and all that remains are you and her stories.

There are several. Do you dare?