Was it because Clark had cried?
Hadn’t it only been the night before that Lois had been in his arms, kissing him?
She’s always been a bit of a cat?
How had he screwed up their relationship already?
It’s hereditary?
Perry walked by, and then turned around and walked back. “Kent? Are you okay?”
Clark raised his eyes to Perry, and shook his head. “Colonel, I need some advice,” he mumbled.
It’s going to get back to him that you’ve been poking your nose about and you’re going to end up like Monique Kahn,” Clark growled.
Hmmm…I’m thinking cat ladies have a higher-than-average life expectancy in Gotham Forrest.
“Do you have a photo of her?” Cat asked.
“My story!” he repeated for what felt like the tenth time that day.
Clark! That boy really doesn’t give a woman even his small finger, does he?
CAT:
