The story of a little street cat

On our street appeared three little kittens. They were just getting to know the world.  They were diffirent colors - white, black and mixed. I like the white kitty and went after it.
-But it kept running away from me. Eventually I notice that while folowign the white kitten, I was being followed by the mixed behind me. When  I stopped to look at it, it started kneading my leegs. Then I realized, we don't choose cats, they  choose us. It's the same with people, we might want to be friends iwth someone, but it's up to them if we become friends.