The women with cats always get a little punishment; in the end, they took the personality of the individuals of which they are pets.
So, they know how to pass from the snort to the purr in just a fraction of a second,
they claim for their own independence to caress when and how they want, but
they let you pamper them in some sundays’ afternoons,
when the sorrow is a drizzle that doesn’t soak you but you get wet inside yourself.
Never believe that you are able to domestic them, they don’t have a teddy bear soul but
short claws that, when you get touched, remind you how vulnerable you are, although, during these moments, you feel that even the time cannot beat you.

Source (in spanish):

http://elhuevoizquierdodeltalento.blogspot.com/2010/03/mujeres-con-gato-vi.html