After loudly and formally declaring that he wasn't taking in anymore cats, Neil Gaiman took in a tiny kitten on 1 September 2005.
Looking at the "sad, rib-thin, starving, scraggly little thing", he melted.
Two days later, he wrote in his journal that he was "holding out on the naming-the-kitty-bit, because once you name them, you're hooked and doomed."
"I checked several of the how-to-determine-your-kitten's-gender websites, and by carefully comparing the sex-your-kitten diagrams to what the kitten has under its tail, I have come to the conclusion that it's definitely a girl, unless it turns out to be a boy."
And this is what she looks like today.
Named Misty by Maddy, Gaiman's youngest daughter
Isn't she a beauty?