The scene is extremely dark, with nothing but a single shaft of light cutting through the tofu of darkness that is the room. The room is sparse, and mostly taken up by a huge bed in white linens. Following the single shaft of light, we trace the band of light that illuminates my newly adopted kitten, Charlie. She’s black with beautiful patches of white, and the best way to describe how she looks is actually that of a Mexican wrestler. Curled up like a loaf of bread, she’s fast asleep. This is the first time that she has slept this soundly since we picked her up from off the streets. And for that single solitary moment, there was peace, not just in the house but in her heart.