Klóe

Before Kim became The Boss, there was another sister who 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, there is something important that is part of the true story:

Klóe was the first who tried to move in.

Klóe began coming closer 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 she went back.

But little by little it became clear that this was not just an occasional visit. Klóe wanted to come in. And one day she did.

She came into our house and began to behave with that particular ease cats have once they have decided they don’t need to ask 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 thought was right. He took her back 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…

Klóe, if she could speak

After that, Klóe kept coming closer. She did not seem to have taken being returned to mean she could no longer visit us. Quite the opposite. She kept coming. She kept watching. She kept feeling comfortable near us.

And there is even a real moment from those early years that was documented.

We also remember occasions when the two sisters greeted each other with great affection, with those little gestures between them that we remember as little kisses. We don’t have a video that specifically documents those kisses. They are our own memories. But the image of Klóe arriving at the door did stay there. As if she kept saying:

I know this house too.

Klóe, if she could speak

And here one of the most curious parts of our story happened. Klóe had been the first to try to move in. We took her back. Then Kim arrived.

Kim also began to explore our house. She watched Diva. She watched Pablo. She watched 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 consider going back very much. Kim chose our house and stayed. In time, even her former owner understood that Kim had already chosen where she wanted to live, and handed Diva and Pablo the AirTag she wore.

Kim had officially done what her sister Klóe had tried to do first: move in.

The story then took quite a funny turn. Because Klóe kept visiting us. But now her sister Kim was already settled in. And for Kim there was an enormous difference between “my sister came to visit me” and:

My sister is settling into my couch, in my house and with my humans.

Kim, if she could speak

Kim could be affectionate 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.

The years passed. But Klóe never lost that connection with our house. The same cat who had tried to move in before Kim kept coming back.

Once. Again. And again.

Until the visits began to feel less and less like visits. Because there is a moment when a cat comes so many times, sleeps so many times in your house, spends so much time with you and feels so comfortable there… that it becomes hard to keep calling it simply a “visit.”

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 couch. She shares the humans she once tried to choose before her own sister.

And today we can say, with a smile, that Klóe practically lives here too. Perhaps we simply took a few years to accept the decision she had been trying to tell us from the start.

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 who tried to come. We took her back. And she kept coming back. Kim came later. She chose. And she practically announced:

I’m staying.

Kim, if she could speak

Kim ended up becoming Kim — The Boss. Klóe, on the other hand, kept entering our lives in a much softer way. Without imposing. Without needing to claim her sister’s place. Simply coming back again and again. Until she too became part of our daily life.

And 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 had wanted from the beginning.