Like a real cat, I love comfort. I need my personal space, a cozy corner, my favorite coffee and the opportunity to watch the world through the window, squinting. But do not confuse my calmness with compliance. If you try to force me to do something I do not like, you will meet my playful but unyielding character.

Blonde? Yes, so what? It is just the color of the fur, and not an indicator of intelligence or character. I can pretend not to understand the hints, but believe me - I see and feel everything perfectly. I can be gentle when I want to, and elusive when it suits me. Sometimes just a quick glance is enough for everything to be as it should be.

I don’t chase after someone who isn’t worth my attention. Cats don’t chase prey that isn’t interesting to them. But if you’ve caught my attention, rest assured - I play by my own rules. Because being a catwoman is an art. The art of balancing between freedom and devotion, between tenderness and independence.

So don’t try to tame me. It’s better to just share this world with me - comfortably sit next to me, pretend not to notice me when I let out my claws, and be ready: one day I may decide that you are exactly the person I’m ready to tame. But don't forget: a true catwoman always remains a little wild...