How do you tame a cat?
It's not about a pet cat that's been rolling around in a honey jar since birth, nor those little wild cats covered in dirt gathered in a haystack, but a pure cat. Where it is born or where it grows is insignificant, the most important thing is she has soft, long, pure white fur and eyes that always flicker with cold allure and frivolity, as if everything in her gaze would ignite into pale blue phosphorus flames and burn to ash.
She grinds fire with her sharp claws, or she leaves distressing blood marks on your skin with bites, yet when you unbuckle your belt, she rubs against the back of your hand with soft pink paws and white fur, whimpering, using charm to captivate you, pride to disdain you, rebellion to provoke you, then gentleness to soothe you.
But you can never truly tame the kitten; every moment you think you've tamed her, is instead her slowly taming you.
