[Is that what he is? Just a big cat with a fiery tail? Tifa still hasn't figured it out, but if anyone can teach Clover how to hunt like a cat, it would be him.

She's still going for the tail, her eyes going black as they go wide with excitement, and she pins herself low against the floor, skinny tail up and watches... waits... and her bum wiggles before she leaps for it and misses again.]

You know, I wonder if there was anyone at the café that taught her how to do all the things cats do. You know? Like hunting and cleaning herself. She's still so small...