Felinity.

compos mentis.

Another day spent working and learning and making mistakes that could teach her more than school ever could, and she always tried to look her best. The hair piled messily on the top of her head had fallen near the back of her neck. But her hairstyle was the least of her worries.

Compos mentis in two little kittens.

She knew everything would be okay as long as she had her cats. They looked up with their green eyes and that perpetual kitten smile, and she was saved. Carefree saviors who couldn't speak, she found sanity in their simplistic life.