It was a warm Juneteenth afternoon, filled with laughter and the aroma of a backyard BBQ. Our family and friends gathered to celebrate freedom and community, the grill sizzling with joy under the summer sun. Amid the music and chatter, a faint ‘meow meow’ pierced the air a tiny, persistent sound that tugged at our hearts. At first, we couldn’t pinpoint its source. Was it a bird? A trick of the wind? We paused, listening closely, our curiosity growing.Then, one of us noticed movement beneath the lawnmower cover tucked in the corner of the yard. With gentle hands, we lifted the edge and gasped in awe. There, nestled in the shadows, was a one-day-old black-and-white kitten, its tiny body trembling yet full of life. Abandoned and alone, this little fighter had been calling out for help. Without hesitation, we scooped it up, wrapping it in a soft towel, and vowed to give it the care it deserved. That moment birthed Kitty Meow Meow a symbol of resilience, rescued with love, and now the heart of our mission.

After rescuing our tiny black-and-white kitten, the house buzzed with a new kind of excitement. Our 3-year-old daughter was over the moon to see this little addition to our family. Her eyes sparkled with joy as she clapped her hands and waddled closer, unable to contain her delight. Then, out of the blue, she began chanting, ‘Kitty Meow Meow! Kitty Meow Meow!’ her sweet, impromptu words tumbling out like a melody. That spontaneous burst of love and innocence gave our kitten its name, and Kitty Meow Meow became the heart of our journey, a symbol of family and joy.