My personal therapist.

Chapeau, the French word for hat, is the name of our cat. Why Chapeau? Because it sounds cute and we love hats. Oh, and it's also the name of a band that we like.

Chapeau was a rescued cat. She was this poor frightened little thing that refused to come out of her hiding corner under the closet for the first couple months. The only person that she was willing to get close with was me, it made me felt very special. Chapeau is now six years old, and she has grown from a little frightened fur ball to a sweet and friendly girl who loves to cuddle. Not only that, she has also grown to become my personal therapist.

Every time I am feeling down or need to talk to someone, she is always there and listen to me with patient. Also, she would always give me an encourage look and put her little paw on my arm as if she's telling me that everything is going to be fine. Without words, I magically feel all better!