When I was growing up, I lived with my grandmother and a cat in a small village. I still remember how the three of us would curl up together during the cold winters to stay warm. Ever since then, my love for cats has never stopped. I didn’t have cats of my own until I got my first job. That spring, a coworker rescued two tiny two-week-old kittens and asked if I wanted one. I immediately said yes! When she later couldn’t keep another one because her husband said no, I ended up adopting both siblings myself. Two years later, one of my interns rescued a black cat but couldn’t take him home after his internship—so I did. That same summer, another coworker saved a very sick street cat. At first, I helped find her an adopter, but after the cat struggled with diarrhea for many days, she was returned to me. In the end, I had four cats of my own, and I lived with them for many wonderful years until they each passed away. They were my cats, and I was their human. After moving to the U.S., I felt it was a big responsibility to adopt again, so instead I started offering cat care for friends, neighbors, and clients. I offer personalized and attentive care to each cat I meet, whether they’re energetic kittens or graceful seniors. My focus is on their comfort, tailoring their diet to their specific needs, and making sure they have plenty of fun and engaging activities. I enjoy spending time with cats, caring for them, giving them attention, and taking photos of them. Life can be tough, but cats always make it easier, softer, and brighter.