Harvey settled in quickly and we adored him. He was loved because he was so human – he used door handles to let himself in, concocted schemes to steal catnip from the kitchen cupboard, and meowed in a broken “mah-ow” that sounded disquietingly similar to “hallo”. But mostly he was loved because he so obviously loved us back. When he found one of us upset, he would instinctively sit close and purr, his calm weight anchoring us to the world.