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 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 no one 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 must stay exactly as it is: without inventing an ending we never knew.
Around those same years there was Mimí. Mimí was also very small. A completely black kitten who would become a constant presence around our house and our yard.
These 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 too.
Mimí grew up there. She learned every corner. She knew the yard. She knew the house. She knew Diva and Pablo. And over the years she became the elder of that little community.
Mimo and Mimí belong to that first chapter of our story. A time that happened before Kim and Klóe. Mimo had his own adventures and his own story. Mimí kept being part of the place.
As time went by, Mimo left.
We must not invent an explanation for why he left or what happened afterward if we do not have that fact documented.
Mimí, on the other hand, stayed. The years passed. The house was finished. Life went on. New neighbors arrived. Other animals arrived. And that little black cat who had seen practically everything from the beginning was still there.
Mimí. The elder. The stubborn one. The one who could look at any newcomer as if to remind them:
I was here first.
Mimí, if she could speak
And she was right.
Much later, three little tuxedo sisters would appear: Kourtney. Klóe. Kim. And with them a completely different chapter would begin.
But that story had not begun 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 forever a title no one could take from her:
Mimí — The Original 🐾
Because she was there from the beginning.
