I'm looking at her, she’s at my feet. With her big opened green eyes, she meows its desires to be wheedle. Every day, she remembers me ‘’where are the women of your life?’’ Where is the cuddling time, the maternal kindness, the warm listening? Away from my crazy daily routine. But there is Madelaine. Half a cat, half the women of my life, Madelaine is my secret garden’s keeper.