It's been a time since you adopted those weird cats.

Your cat café hasn't been more visited than after tucking them in. Okay, it's like that you regret it, not at all! But they were unique, in their own way.

Bruno was like the mother, caring and patient, looking out for the younger ones, Abbacchio was the 'father', silent all the time, wary and grumpy, Fugo was always arguing with Narancia, the most energetic of them all, Mista, with his own fear of the number four (that nobody could understand) and, after all of them, Giorno Giovanna came.

One day, Bruno entered with that yellow-fur cat in, and simply took him in as his son. Giorno was the calmest one, seemingly with his weird habit of staring at the costumers and playing with the plants, he was a sweetie.

It was a common raining morning in Naples, you were organizing the things, Narancia and Fugo growling at each other after a fight, Bruno and Abbacchio still napping at one of the climbing places in the wall, Mista somewhere.

At looking at your side, you spotted the tiny thing with his big green eyes watching you closely, a ladybug nearby his fur, following him. The star-shaped symbol on his back glittering by the light outside the window. "... Meow." He 'said'. What a weird cat family.