With a white bib of downy fur under her chin and dramatic whiskers, Cadie and I fell hard for her. That’s how Nacho came to be “our” cat — by adopting us. Ever since she started posting up on our porch, Nacho made it clear that we were her new handlers. Cadie began calling her “Maria” for some reason, and, as she’s getting on in years, she’s also known as “abuelita.” After years of avoiding the label, my fate as a cat person is sealed and I’m not ashamed to admit it.