Figaro came to live with us seven years ago and has been a treasured family member ever since . The first time we met, at the shelter, he immediately started climbing up my pant leg, as if to say ””Pick me, Pick me!”” We were originally matched up with another kitten (named Baxter) but the shelter employee who had been specially looking out to Figaro thought we would be the right family for him. He was the runt of his litter and came into the shelter at the tender age of three weeks old. From that first moment when we were introduced, to seven years later, Figaro has grown into a very special family member. He often sleeps at the foot of my bed, and won’t get up in the morning until I do. He says good morning with his deep rumbling purr and makes me laugh when he stands up on his hind legs (while meowing urgently) to try and reach some ham on the kitchen counter. He still has the playfulness of a kitten and sees things like q-tips as his personal toys, running around the house with one of them in his mouth, almost like a dog with a bone. We named him Figaro because with his black and white colors, he looked like the cat in Pinnochio. That, and the fact that there was a newspaper in Europe named Le Figaro, and a chain of coffee shops called Figaro as well. Since we love Europe, reading, and coffee, we were further convinced that Figaro was the right name for him. Looking at him now, it’s hard to believe he was ever the tiny little kitten who would fit into your hand. As he’s grown, our love for him has grown right along with him and we are grateful that he is part of our family.