About Mitzi
Mitzi Miu had a way of making herself at home that felt less like intrusion and more like arrival. From the day she came to us, there was never any question about whether she belonged — only the quiet certainty that she did.
She was a cat of particular habits and strong preferences. She had favorite spots that shifted with the seasons, a purr that could be heard from the next room, and a patience for affection that she rationed carefully, which made it all the more meaningful when she offered it.
She is missed in the small moments most of all: the sound of her at night, the warm weight of her on the bed, the way a room felt different when she was in it.
