When Morgan Hizar and her boyfriend moved into their Parisian apartment, they envisioned quiet evenings à deux. But fate (in the form of a bold orange tabby) had other plans.
One balmy evening, as spring air drifted through their open door, an uninvited guest sauntered in: a marmalade-colored cat with the confidence of a seasoned Parisian. “He marched straight to the couch like he’d lived here forever,” Morgan told The Diary Of Cats. Earlier that day, she’d joked about adopting a pet to cure their solitude. “It felt like the universe answered.”
The couple quickly nicknamed him Caramelo (Spanish for “caramel”) and deduced he likely belonged to a neighbor. But the feline had chosen them as his second family. Clean, well-fed, and irresistibly charming, Caramelo began clocking in daily, sometimes multiple times for snuggles, naps, and meticulous apartment inspections.
Caramelo’s visits are a masterclass in feline diplomacy. Each arrival begins with a thorough patrol: he weaves through rooms, sniffing new additions like a grocery bag, fresh flowers, all with the focus of a seasoned inspector. Satisfied, he pivots to his true agenda: claiming human attention. He’ll leap onto the couch, nudge hands for pets, or sprawl across keyboards mid-work, purring like a motorboat.
When Morgan’s boyfriend settles at his desk, Caramelo commandeers the chair, tucking himself into the warm spot left behind. If a lap opens, he’s there in seconds, curling into a sunbeam-dappled loaf. Post-cuddle, he grooms himself with theatrical flair, then dozes belly-up, radiating the contentment of a cat who’s charmed his way into two households.
What began as curiosity blossomed into shared dependency. Caramelo greets them with chirpy meows, bats at stray shoelaces, and curls into Morgan’s arms like a living scarf. “He’s chatty, mischievous, and runs this place,” she said. “We’re just his part-time staff.”
Though Caramelo returns to his primary home each night, his impact lingers. For the couple, he’s eased the loneliness of a new city. For Caramelo? A bonus family, extra treats, and infinite laps. “He’s brought so much laughter,” Morgan said. “We’re honored he picked us.”
As Parisian sunbeams slant through their windows, Caramelo sprawls on the couch — a furry testament to unexpected joy. “Turns out,” Morgan mused, “we didn’t need a fish. We needed him.”
Follow Caramelo’s cross-household adventures on social media, and remember: sometimes love wears fur and walks in unannounced.