Well, I'm a freaking cat monster after all, of course I like yarn! But I prefer pink and purple yarn though...... They are my natural colors after all! The names Chesire by the way...... But....... You can call me Natalia if you wish...... She told him, the corner of her lips curling into a smile as she sent him a picture, well, more like a memory, of what she looked like the last time she saw herself. [i]They don't call me the Cheshire Cat for nothing...... I'll spare you the details of how I became the monster I am today....... Too gruesome plus it'd probably piss of the Russian Government if I told anyone...... But if you break out, I'd love to see who I'm talking to, face-to-face....... But....... Nighty night Victor....... I'll talk to you when I'm not so tired.....[i] She said, another yawn going into his head before there was silence. He would then, unintentionally, get a quick glimpse into Cheshire's mind. But all it took was a quick glimpse to see her past; The terribly frightened red head she was before, and the strong smexy monster woman she had become through her torturous ways. But her laugh wasn't that of a psychopaths; It was that of a young woman's, one that had been through so much, and yet still had a fun side to her as well as a dangerous one. She was a piece of work alright, but a good one t that.