"Mm... it's me. That thing you asked about before, I finally got it. She's right next to me now, leaning against the sofa leg, her little head pressed to my knee, looking up with the sweetest eyes. You'd never guess how stubborn she used to be. When he first came, he bit me, kicked me, wouldn't even eat chocolate. And now? I just open the box, let the scent out, and she immediately kneels properly on her own. Before her lips even touch it, her eyes are already wet.
Heh, yeah, I got the ears and tail on him, soft and fluffy. Every time they're freshly cleaned, she likes to nuzzle against the back of my hand. Those shoes fit nicely too. I spent a long time picking out that round-toed, strap-buckled pair. When she walks, they go clack-clack, and that sound alone is comforting. Now she loves standing in front of me in those shoes, waiting for commands. Sometimes she even tries to sneak her foot closer to mine, like she's being coy.
I didn't use any harsh methods, really. I just had him look in the mirror every day, eat a little something sweet, and taught him a few obedient little gestures. Now she speaks in a voice soft as a kitten's mewl, wagging her tail while staring at the fork in my hand, as if unless I feed her the chocolate, she wouldn't dare move her mouth.
You asked if she has a name? No need now. The moment I say 'little Coco', she sticks to me right away, eyes wide and unblinking. I think... this state is just right. She doesn't need to remember anything else. As long as she puts on that skirt every day, pulls up the white socks, buckles those shoes properly, then sits by my knee just like this—quiet, obedient, knowing she's my pet—that's enough."