When I was born, my family adopted a stray cat, Pimentinha (meaning little pepper). Living abroad, although I didn’t get to see her as much as I’d like, her meow was the first thing I'd follow when visiting home. We'd share endless cuddles as she ventured into my suitcase, rubbed her ears on my flip flops and made nests on my quilt. I'd rejoice when returning from my grandparents’ with meat, which I'd shred into cat-friendly mouthfuls the second I got home. She was beautiful, athletic and adventurous; nicknamed Audrey Hepburn for her elegance and magic. Having lost her, I say good night to her every evening and cherish her presence every day. Now we’re infinitely lucky to have adopted a stray cat whom my sister named Nyx. An active toddler, after napping in the sun or in our arms, her crepuscular nature involves zooming around her territory - her eyes are bigger than her stomach! Being Nyxie and Pimentinha’s human, my heart belongs to cats. It would warm my world to meet your little ones and apply everything I’ve leant from my babies to yours: the responsibility of minding and caring for them physically and emotionally, the treasure of having cats as family, and the patience to see every cat as a unique individual.