KIM — THE BOSS
Two tuxedo sisters. Two opposite personalities. One real story that’s becoming a whole world.
KLÓE — THE SOFTER HEART
Two Cats. One Story.
🐾 FEED USBefore Kim & Klóe
Mimo & Mimí — The Beginning
Before Kim. Before Klóe. Before The Boss. There was another story. A story that began many years earlier, when everything was different. The story of Mimo and Mimí.
Mimo
Mimo was only a small cat when this story began. The photographs from those early days hold part of that past.
Mimo was not alone. Beside him was another small tuxedo cat, black and white. They were little. They grew up together. They shared those first days and appeared together in moments still kept in photographs. In one of those images, little Mimo even appears hugging his tuxedo companion.
It was a completely different time, long before Kim and Klóe became part of our lives.
But one day something happened that nobody expected. The little tuxedo disappeared. He left, and we never saw him again. We never really knew what happened to him. That is why this part of the story stays exactly as it is, without inventing an ending we never knew.
And Mimí was there too
In those same years there was Mimí. She was also very small. A completely black kitten who would become a constant presence around our house and our yard.
Those were the early days. Diva and Pablo were still building their home. The house was not yet the finished house that would come later. There was work. Materials. Movement. Spaces still under construction. But the cats were already there. They did not need to wait for the humans to finish the house to decide that this place was part of their territory.
Mimí grew up there. She learned every corner. She knew the yard, the house, Diva and Pablo. And over the years she became the veteran of that small community.
Mimo and Mimí
Mimo and Mimí belong to that first chapter of our story, before Kim and Klóe. Mimo had his own adventures and his own story. Mimí kept being part of the place. In time, Mimo went away. Mimí stayed.
Years went by. The house was finished. Life went on. New neighbors arrived. Other animals arrived. And that small black cat who had seen almost everything from the beginning was still there.
Mimí. The veteran. The stubborn one. The one who could look at any newcomer as if to say: “I was here first.” And she was right.
Before Kim & Klóe
Much later, three little tuxedo sisters would appear: Kourtney, Klóe and Kim. And with them another, completely different chapter would begin. But that story had not started yet. Because before Kim, before Klóe, before Two Cats. One Story., there was already a story: Mimo & Mimí — The Beginning.
And from that first era, after so many years, Mimí would keep a title nobody could take from her:
MIMÍ — THE ORIGINAL 🐾
Because she was there from the beginning.
Kim
Kim — The Boss
First there were Mimo and Mimí. Many years later the three tuxedo sisters arrived: Kourtney, Klóe and Kim. And between Kim and Klóe, it was Klóe who first tried to move into our house. Klóe came in. She felt comfortable. She seemed ready to stay. But she still belonged to the neighboring family. So Pablo took her back home. Then her sister arrived. Kim. And with Kim things would be different.
Kim began to observe
Kim was curious. Self-assured. Affectionate. Observant. And, it must be admitted… a little bit conceited. She did not come running one day and decide everything immediately. First she observed. The house. Diva. Pablo. Mimí. The routines. The food. The places where she could rest. Everything.
She seemed to be making her own assessment. As if we were not the ones deciding whether we wanted to adopt a cat. She was the one deciding whether she wanted to adopt us. And apparently we passed the inspection.
Kim chose
Nobody went out looking for Kim. There was no family conversation saying “Let’s adopt a cat.” No ceremony. No plan. Kim simply began to come. She came in. She explored. She settled in. She came back. And little by little something very simple happened: she stopped leaving.
Klóe had tried to move in first and we had taken her back. Kim, instead, seemed to have made a much more definitive decision. “I live here.” And that was practically all. Once Kim decided our house was her house… she never left again.
We did not adopt Kim
In time we understood something. The traditional story says a family finds an animal and decides to adopt it. But with Kim it did not happen exactly like that. We did not go out looking for her. We did not choose her from a list. We did not decide where she should live. Kim made that decision. She chose the house. She chose her favorite spots. She chose her routines. And, above all… she chose us. That is why we have always said that, in reality: we did not adopt Kim. Kim adopted us.
The AirTag and the “custody transfer”
In those days Kim wore an AirTag. She still officially belonged to the neighboring family. But it was becoming more and more evident that Kim had already decided where she wanted to live. Her former owner finally understood the situation. And one day he handed Kim’s AirTag to Diva and Pablo. It was almost like a small and very informal “custody transfer.” Kim had made the decision. The humans simply ended up formalizing the terms.
Kim never forgot her first family
But choosing a new home did not mean forgetting the people she had lived with before. When Kim met her former owner, she recognized him. She greeted him. That bond still existed. We can perfectly imagine Kim saying: “So good to see you!… but I live here.” And that is an important part of her story. Kim could love her first family and, at the same time, be absolutely clear about where her home was now.
And Mimí had something to say
Of course, Kim had not arrived in an empty territory. Mimí was there. The veteran. The cat who had been part of that place long before. Mimí had every reason in the world to look at the newcomer and think: “I was here first.” And Kim seemed perfectly capable of answering: “Yes, yes… very interesting.” And walking on. Because cats can hold entire conversations without saying a single word. Mimí had seniority. But Kim had… well… personality. A lot of personality.
Her home
In time, Kim created her own routines. She knew where to eat. Where to sleep. Where to observe. Where to receive affection. And where to supervise. She could go out of the house. Sometimes she took a little stroll for ten or fifteen minutes. She explored. She looked around. She did her cat business. And then… she came back. She always came back. Not because she was locked in. Not because anyone forced her. She came back because she knew perfectly well where her home was. Her home was there. With Diva. With Pablo. With Mimí. And in time, more and more with her sister Klóe, who never stopped visiting us.
Then the guests arrived
The house began to welcome people from many places. Different countries. Different languages. Different cultures. And many of them ended up meeting Kim. Kim apparently decided that welcoming guests was also part of her responsibilities. She came close. She observed. She received affection. She gave affection. She slept. She ate. And she supervised. Always supervised.
As time went by, hundreds of comments and reviews began to appear. And something nobody had planned happened: guests began mentioning Kim spontaneously. They described her as adorable. Sweet. Affectionate. Memorable. A French guest even wrote an expression we never forgot: “ronron-parfaite.” Perfect for purring. Another person wrote that Kim had quickly become part of their stay.
Kim knew nothing about stars
The funny thing is that Kim knew absolutely nothing about any of that. She did not know what a review was. She did not know what five stars were. She did not know what the Internet was. And she certainly knew nothing about marketing. She was simply Kim. She came close when she wanted. She slept where she wanted. She asked for affection when she wanted. She observed everything. And she made sure things worked to her standards. Without meaning to, the cat who one day simply decided to move in was becoming one of the most memorable parts of the house.
The Boss
And so something else unplanned happened. First Kim arrived. Then she observed. Then she chose. Then she stayed. Then she became family. And finally… she became The Boss. Diva and Pablo could take care of the house. They could organize. They could welcome the guests. They could handle practically everything. But certain matters clearly belonged to Kim’s department: Supervision. Inspection. Quality control. Guest relations. Strategic management of the sofa. And, of course: general surveillance of absolutely everything.
The title The Boss was not born because we needed to invent a character for her. It was born because it described perfectly the cat we already knew. Kim did not need anyone to name her boss. She already held the position.
The cat who found us
Kim was persistent. Affectionate. Curious. Self-assured. And perhaps a little too convinced of her own importance. But precisely because of that, there came a time when it was impossible to imagine that house without her. Nobody went out looking for Kim. She was the one who arrived. She was the one who observed. She was the one who chose. We can imagine her looking at Diva and Pablo after finishing her long inspection and thinking: “Yes. These are mine.” And acting accordingly.
Kim is a cat nobody went out to find… but who found exactly the people she was looking for. Mimí had seniority. Klóe had tried to come first. But Kim arrived later and made a decision that would change the whole story: she stayed. And from that decision, many years later, Kim & Klóe would be born. Two Cats. One Story.
KIM — THE BOSS 🐾
She is The Boss.
Klóe
Klóe — The Softer Heart
Before Kim became The Boss, another sister looked toward our house first. Klóe.
Kim and Klóe were two of three little tuxedo sisters: Kourtney, Klóe and Kim. They lived with our neighbors’ family, very close to us. And although years later it would be Kim who made the most definitive decision to move into our house, something important is part of the true story: Klóe was the first one who tried to come.
Klóe came first
Klóe began coming close to our house while she still lived with her family. At first it seemed like simple curiosity. She came. She looked. She came a little closer. And went back. But little by little it became clear this was not just an occasional visit. Klóe wanted in. And one day she did it.
She walked into our house and began behaving with that particular ease cats have when they have decided they do not need to ask for too many permissions. She explored. She settled in. And she seemed perfectly willing to stay.
The problem was very simple: Klóe had a family. She lived next door. She was not our cat. So Pablo did what he considered right. He took her back to her home.
Klóe had tried to move in. And we sent her back. Probably, if she could have spoken to us, she would have protested: “But I had already chosen…”
But Klóe did not forget the house
After that, Klóe kept coming close. She did not seem to understand being taken back as meaning she could no longer visit. Quite the opposite. She kept coming. She kept watching. She kept feeling comfortable near us.
There is even a real moment from those first years that was documented. Klóe arrived at our glass door. On the other side was her sister Kim. One sister outside. The other inside. Separated only by the glass. We have real images of that moment.
We also remember times when the two sisters greeted each other with great affection, with those small gestures between them that we remember as little kisses. We have no video documenting those little kisses specifically. They are our memories of those encounters between the two sisters. But the image of Klóe arriving at the door did remain. As if she were still saying: “I know this house too.”
Then Kim did what Klóe had tried to do
Here is one of the most curious parts of our story. Klóe had been the first to try to move in. We sent her back. Then Kim arrived. Kim also began exploring our house. She observed Diva. She observed Pablo. She observed Mimí. She studied the routines, the food, the places to sleep. And she made her decision.
The difference was that Kim did not seem to give much thought to going back. Kim chose our house and stayed. In time, even her former owner understood that Kim had already chosen where she wanted to live, and he handed Diva and Pablo the AirTag she wore. Kim had officially done what her sister Klóe had tried to do first. Move in.
Now the problem was Kim
The story took a rather funny turn. Klóe kept visiting. But now her sister Kim was already settled in. And for Kim there was a huge difference between “My sister came to visit me” and “My sister is making herself comfortable on MY sofa, in MY house, with MY humans.”
Kim could be loving with her sister. But she could also be jealous. After all… The Boss had a house to run. And now Klóe kept showing up. She came in. She visited. She settled in. She left. And she came back again.
Klóe never stopped coming back
Years went by. But Klóe never lost that connection with our house. The same cat who had tried to move in before Kim kept returning. Once. Again. And again. Until the visits felt less and less like visits.
There comes a moment when a cat comes so many times, sleeps in your house so many times, shares so much time with you and feels so comfortable there… that it becomes hard to keep calling her simply a “visitor.” And that is practically what happens today with Klóe.
Klóe always comes. She spends a great deal of time with us. She comes in. She rests. She shares the house. She shares the sofa. She shares the humans she once tried to choose before her own sister. Today we can say, with a smile, that Klóe practically lives here too. Perhaps it simply took us a few years to accept the decision she had been trying to tell us from the beginning.
Two sisters, two ways of choosing
Kim and Klóe are sisters. Both are tuxedo. Both ended up deeply connected to our house. But their stories were different. Klóe was the first to try to come. We took her back. And she kept coming back. Kim came later. She chose. And she practically announced: “I’m staying.” Kim ended up becoming KIM — THE BOSS.
Klóe, instead, kept entering our lives in a much softer way. Without imposing. Without needing to claim her sister’s position. Simply returning again and again. Until she also became part of our daily life.
Perhaps that is the best way to explain who Klóe is. The first sister who tried to choose our house. The one who had to go back to hers. The one who never stopped coming back. And the one who, many years later, practically got exactly what she wanted from the beginning.
KLÓE — THE SOFTER HEART 🐾
She came first. We took her back. She kept coming back. And today, she is practically home.
Their home
Kim & Klóe’s House in 3D
Explore the house where Mimí, Kim and Klóe live.
