Every morning, Choi wakes me up with a very decisive “meow,” which I’ve learned isn’t so much a greeting as it is a reminder that breakfast is late—again. He’s a stickler for routine: same bowl, same mat, same timing. If I’m even five minutes behind schedule, he’ll sit in front of me with that look of silent judgment that says, “We agreed on 7:30, human.” Afternoons are his sacred sunbathing hours. Choi finds the perfect spot where the sunlight hits the floor at the exact right angle—as if he...